Observations (in the raw)
This is the close of Father's Day. A quiet day all-in-all, but at one point something miraculous happened. I'm not sure I want to talk about it just yet. Suffice it to say, it was an intimate experience that only I witnessed, as far as I know, and as yet, I am still not sure how to interpret. I journaled about it. And possibly over the coming days I will come to grips with the experience. I will probably try to rationalize it and that may be the worse thing I could do. More to come on this, I am sure
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...