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This morning, Owl and V talking about practice, minus the “look at me!” factor.

It’s the *dailiness* that makes the practice. That you do, rather than what you do.

The sheer persistance, day in and day out. The devotion.

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“The reality of love is mutilated when it is removed from all its unreality.” So said the French philosopher Gaston Bachelard in his book The Poetics of Reverie. He meant that realism alone is not enough for human beings to live on, especially in our most intimate relationships. We need fantasy to augment the merely factual perspective. We require poetic truths to keep the rational approach honest. Without the play of the imagination, in fact, our understanding of the world is impoverished and distorted.

Awww, how long since I’ve thought about Bachelard. So romantic, so poetic…

Rob Brezsny’s Freewill Astrology

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Tonight, I was out watering the new trees and bushes in the back yard. La de da, I was just going along relaxing and daydreaming. Then I realized: Tyler’s being awfully quiet.

And there he was, over by the new mesquite tree.