An ambient soundtrack with looping vocals which, perhaps, demonstrates what it’s like to be swept into rumination. At 16m40s it’s a good length for a short meditative sit.
I dislike hashtags because they resolve ambiguity too quickly. Subtlety dissolves into a mad froth , and the poor reader is dragged to the conclusion. The magic of unfolding is lost.
I say as I get ready to auto-tag every post up in here!
The transition was personally difficult—the punchline ended up being I wasn’t a soul progressing, but a soul regressing back to myself. Odd.
Anyway, the change also affects you, although I tried to make it seamless as possible, you may have to update your bookmarks and feeds and subscriptions, especially if you subscribe to one of the feedburner feeds, I’ve ditched ’em.
Here’s the updated info:
A Soul in Progress is now Frankly Monk
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Water droplets burst their majestic energies onto struggling seeds that spasm and squirm into a new existence. The hardwood forest reduced to serving man his pity—resilient to all that dare to penetrate its nebulous swirls and knots—a universe of its own threading. Galaxies of diamonds implode into stillness. There’s a blush, and a motion involving a perfect ear.