email is a strange mode of communication. we know a person perhaps years but mainly our dialogue is in electronic text. i imagine it is letter writing of a casual kind that sometimes gets crucial. the dialogue with sarah is this way. sometimes it's cryptic, and we piece together what we read. everything is increasingly fragmented today. we must piece it together. we are divided and conquered so now we must make our own happiness, we must be the whole we seek in the devastation of nature.

her collage teacher gave her a small tourmaline stone, which absorbs negativity and wards off evil. (or a word of your own). she says:

i think the collage instructor is mad at me for being skeptical--and voicing it--and maybe swearing.

in her workshop. to me its just language. i asked What if you don't know abt this collective consciousness or whatever, what if you wonder/think the universe doesn't give a fuck about you.

why do i care if shes mad.

i don't like the person i am sometimes--but i have to stop focusing on that.

 

any size. some small are more potent than some large.

 

the collage instructor gave the rocks? and spoke about the collective conscious? or unconscious?

what i see is there is an individual conscious, so must be a collective, though we are more fragmented than ever, and more densely packed in chaos, and our systems do everything to destroy the collective, to break our spirits, to divide and conquer us. but i believe if we seek connection it comes about. one way or another, even if it seems a random uncaring universe. actually i think nature cares, because it's all one, it's our human systems of business-politics- war that do not care and are destroying life.