It’s six o’clock PM, the outside solar lighting (aka the sun) has turned off, the temperature outside has warmed up from *&#^ing cold (where Fahrenheit and Celsius converge), we are cozy inside with warm drinks, silly movies, and completely unplugged, diverged from the w-o-r-k stuff.
And this Christmas eve converges with the seventh night of Hanukkah. There must be something to things coming together and spreading out at the same time.
These words feel like they are slipping towards the kind of year end summaries / reflections many are doing.
I diverge.
This is merely a moment before the next and after the last. More [maybe] to come this week (that’s a plan) to catch up on photos not sent to flickr, blog posts in the draft-space of my head, and just be out of the usual convergence spaces.
That both divergence and convergence can co-exist for and in us (complexities that are out of reach of un-natural algorithmic pseudo telligence) says much, much that rises above the noise.
We are tuning in to light and space for a while.
Featured Image: “Menorah lights on third night of Hanukkah with Christmas tree lights in background”, photo by me, Alan Levine, which when he aches up on Flickr uploads will be put into the public domain using Creative Commons CC0.
