The *Wisdom Engines* are tools for “consciousness hacking”. The metaphysical and ontological ideas regarding the nature of being, existence and truth embedded in these drawings has the potential to disrupt and enliven the general field in which they are experienced. This one is called *Riverspine*.

Story Keepers was made in Murun, Mongolia at the invitation of Land Art Mongolia Biennale 2018.

*Written on Skin: Concentric Stories* was a ceremonial or ritualistic process of writing 7 stories as offerings to and on the land.

This morning I rise at 7 a.m., just in time to watch the sky lighten from near-light to light. Now, the sun sends long shadows into the yard. The air is a kindly-cool. The promise of yellow leaves on trembling Aspen groves comes with the wind. Among the mountains, the Tamarack and Larch seem to gather for a celebration of cooler wind, longer nights– preparing, perhaps, for the darkness of the winter season.

This morning I read Maria Popova’s offerings about a visual artist from Slocan, British Columbia, a region of the world I’ve visited in the summers, enjoying the heat of the day in contrast to the icy cold water– even at the end of August, I last only a few minutes swimming .

Tanya P. Johnson swims in the waters I have dipped into with tremble and shriek. I’ve only discovered her work today and I’m curious. In her bio she writes of sharing her life with a black dog, and says she is “drawn to the random, is fierce about justice, likes foxes and dislikes locusts, sharks and oppression.”

I viewed the pieces of her work I’ve included in this post with quiet stillness. I noticed a warmth in my belly, a waterfall down my back, a smile in my heart.

I wonder your reaction, dear reader?

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I read, too, an interview with Elizabeth Strout. I devoured her books, Amy & Isabelle and Olive Kitteridge. Here are a few sentences she spoke which speak to me:

“I love to write,” she says simply. “I want to connect with somebody so that they can see their life in a different way even just for two minutes, or have some momentary sense of transcendence, as though the roof were a little higher for a few minutes. And they can look around and they can say, ‘Oh, right, it’s just life, it’s just life.’”

Intent may be everything or it may be a bit of something which propels, which causes a spiral to begin. It may vary with the intender. It may vary with the attention, the attunement, the awareness of the intender.

I wonder, dear reader, your reaction?