lightning three miles south of here, atmospherically

it takes time to work something out, whether it's a new technique, a song, a book or movie, or understanding someone else. something that seems so foreign, even uninteresting, often engages at it comes to your door again and again, refusing to be ignored. however, not everything is like this. more fragility to the situation, the impermanence of things. a dinner party of parting friends and acquaintances, a rainstorm, a visit to the lake, reminding me of freshness and change.

trance is natural. it is instinctive, and needs time. repetition to stare down, remaining patient, catching details, changes. ritual needs to be personal, adaptive, spontaneous. how can it be a group endeavor, if those involved do not even share the same mind space?