Sometimes the things we see to be important are nothing more than fleeting moments of concern. Moving on to a relevancy in one’s life is a good thing to do. Focusing on the beauty you encounter cleanses all negativity. My iTunes are once again cranking out melodic massages; I might dance—certainly sing. So, groove with me as I again put out my Mustard Seeds. The choices are subjective; these bloggers have much to say. So please listen to them. Visit all their posts. Read. Comment. Rate. Enjoy. Perhaps discover, for if you do, then the seed is planted.
Now I must transcend beyond the seed to the flower. All though in full bloom, watered and nurtured, they brighten the landscape. Pick from these flowers: enjoy what many already do. If you have these flowers already in a vase, then you understand the beauty.
Enjoy... and leave in your comments a suggestion to read some one.


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made gloomier by by supposed buddy's memory lapse. I think that this lapse can be explained: it is from too much abstention of LSD...too much wandering shellshocked through Manchester streets, looking for racoons to lead him down garbage chutes....too much
absence of Dylan from his itunes....ach....well....perhaps it has something to do with something Mr Emmerlng told you in the principal's office one summer day when you skipped class to go to that grateful dead concert to lecture the acidheads on the value of just saying "no thanks"....you were Caught, and scooped up by my dad's
henchmen & delivered into his
office, shamefaced, and asked,
"young man, why do you persit in
bending my iron rules?"
this is probably the answer. what the hell was the question, i forget...hm...oh...well...
at least you mentioned Angelique Simonetta
and of course Newton.
i give you..um, a "C+"
jim, about to go down main street to get cigs.....past the grand new "Bennet Academy"...ach, they shoulda bombed that place in the Iraq War...the scene of many teenaged humiliations...
still love ya, JME
Much love, and rated!
Well, as Jack Palance said as Curly in "City Slickers", 'Day ain't over yet.'
Thumbed.
Rated, dugg, redited, bookmarked, Zumapick!
Thanks, your generosity in doing this is very appreciated. Warren Zevon's is a fitting song for OS right now. Transition is often so difficult and many will be missed as many already are. It helps to have people like you here to point us all toward the good. I hope you know that you are much appreciated for this and so much else.
I can’t tell you what an honor it is to be included in this list—and how timely your kind recognition is, considering how heartbroken we are by the recent usurpation of our space by the OS moguls. We had a post all ready to put up yesterday, but we feel so violated by the ad that has been forced into our space, we have hesitated to continue posting here. We have devoted decades to preserving the integrity of our work, and in one fell swoop, OS came and shat upon it all. And we don’t even have the option of going around and cleaning up after them. We’re forced to sit and let the stench of their turd perfume the air—and we’re expected to be grateful for it. But I know this is not the place to vent—I appreciate your loving wish to sweep away the negativity. I just wanted to let you know how much weight your kindness bears as we agonize over what to do next.
Thank you again for serving as the Patron Saint of Open Salon. We appreciate your beneficence.
(Oh, and a special thank-you to mamoore for her sweet words :-)
—Melissa
—Melissa
P.S. I don’t know if you are aware of the mustard seed metaphor that has come up in recent exchanges with the luminous and hilarious—if not, it’s yet another example of the coruscating synchronicity that keeps occurring as kindred spirits forge this unique community of creatives.
peece!
dj
and i adore this song. i saw warren zevon in his last public appearance on Letterman and it was heartbreaking, as is this song.
the person i would share is my beloved friend Junk1. she doesn't post very often but when she does, her words are heartfelt and brilliant and to the bone. love love love and gratitude!!!
One last thing: Thoreau said that friends are kind to each other's hopes; they cherish each other's dreams. Or something like that. Unfortunately, not many writers are good at being friends. Egos often get in the way. I admire your efforts to rise above all that in support of other writers. Crafting a good sentence is not nearly as important as being a decent human being.
Can I add a few more?
m.a.h
high lonesome
gwendolyn glover
walkawayhappy
karin rego
and so, so many more; What a wonderful place this is!
Kisses!
I see you still haven't made any ...heh...corrections to this little pimpout. Oh, well. I labor in obscurity, with the hope that someday, long long after i have thrown myself off the main st 384 overpass into the onrush of an 18 wheeler tansporting oranges to the starving children in Bridgeport...
long after my body slams down to the pavement, i free at last, in non-earthboundedness, to fucking sit in my leisure & think & think & think like like i always wanted to..
long after that they will find my work & say, "hey, wuzznt that other extraordianry genius, mr ketchup or something, in the same town? hm, wunder y he didnt mention his fellow silktowner>? this brilliant man, jme, whose works sell for $40.99 in borders now, making his family rich....
hm. I am not at all obsessed about this slight.
ach, happy 4th.
going to the bandshell? did they postpone?
Metaness clued me in to your flowers. I really appreciate it. It helps the disillusionment I've been feeling re: the ads a little less...uh...disillusioning? (Ladies and gentlemen, wordsmith Beth Mann!)
But seriously, it helps. I'm trying to get past this whole stupid ad thing and move forward. But its tough. Figuring I'll let my soul ride it out in the direction it chooses.
People like you remind me of why its so worthy here.