Tag Archives: Writing

Daily Obstruction: Post Obstruction?

22 Oct

 

[Dear Reader,

Today marks the one year anniversary since I began “The Daily Obstruction.”  Originally, my goal was to write one obstruction per day for one year.  There have been a few days, here and there, that I skipped due to unfortunate circumstances (such as my appendectomy, my birthday, and, on occasion, laziness or lack of inspiration), but I always made up the lost obstruction the next day.  It has been a pleasure and a challenge and I thank you for reading along.  I hope that these obstructions have. . . I have no idea what I hope they have done for you!  But my next writing project is to be called “Boston Treasures.”  My goal is to post each week one free or low-cost place that I love to visit in and around Boston.  I’ll write more about this tomorrow when the installments begin.  Until then, thanks for letting me get in your way every day.

Best,

Jason]

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Post Obstruction?

 

After 365 varieties of obstruction, we ask – obstructions to what?  Commonly an obstruction blocks one’s way to a destination.  We’ve suggested a plethora of ways in which we all obstruct our paths, but were it possible to remove any and all obstructions, what would you see?  To whence would your clear path lead?  What is your ultimate destination?

 

Daily Obstruction: Thelema

15 Oct

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Thelema

 

 

Use me as Thou wilt.  I’m yours.

Resistance is folly.

You have broken me.

You have opened me.

You have sounded me.

My will has left me bereft.

Your will is all I have left.

Carry me upon the cosmic current

like so many sparks of light

coalescing in the darkest night.

As you form me, ephemeral though “I” may be,

ʼtis Your energy to fashion as You see fit.

Far be it for the flame to rebuke the fuel.

ʼTis not for the fire to take the wood to task for its use.

ʼTis all that You sustain me now,

dependently arising within a universe that, like a tidal river, ever ebbs and flows.

Daily Obstruction: Cursed Spite!

14 Oct

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Cursed Spite!

 

I am a living anachronism.

Daily Obstruction: Composition

13 Oct

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Composition

 

As a pen in the hand of an author, so the “artist” is to The Author.  Thus it is written.

 

Daily Obstruction: “My Pains Were Their Own Reward”

10 Oct

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“My Pains Were Their Own Reward”

 

What profit, asks the prophet, what profit do you reap from the work of your hands?  He who looks to the fruit finds it not.  She who delights in the labor discovers self-fulfillment.

 

 

Daily Obstruction: Almanac

9 Oct

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Almanac

 

Fallow and fecund.  Dormant and prodigious.  Back and forth the artist’s pendulum swings, just as with the farmer’s field.  Like the farmer, the artist too fears the day of declining yield.

Daily Obstruction: A Case of Mistakes

6 Oct

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A Case of Mistakes

 

Generosity embarrassed distresses the borrower.  Successful solace in parallel arcs is grateful, naïve, sophomoric, a rotten offering, wherefore the response emulates disparaging sentiments.  The sincerest aide is only visible forward.