Welcome to my playground where I allow my writers voice to emerge freely. I am as complex as the rest of you and I am writing from all the places I feel at home all at once. Bare with me, there will always be a touch of each part of me. My categories help to create some order to the apparent randomness of my thoughts… Sublime Surrender (this was my original blog and a diary) has become quiet but there will always be the physical representation of love and relationship in the form of Erotica, my take on the spiritual representation of love, truth and beauty, with a touch of my inner mystic, in my random Musings, slightly more formal expressions in Errant Talks, as well as the loosely defined Prose section (including poetry). A relatively new addition to my family is Petite Tales, little tasters of characters that whisper within my writers mind but don’t fit into my larger works and my love songs words for myself. Thank you all for reading and taking the time to visit my small corner of this terrible paradise… on a personal note I am a passionate Argentine Tango dancer. I have also written another blog as Kinesthetic Palimpsest.
“Verily, not in satiety shall his longing cease and disappear, but in beauty”
Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None XXXV. The Sublime Ones, Friedrich Nietzsche.
1. Roving, especially in search of adventure: knights errant.
2. Straying from the proper course or standards: errant youngsters.
a. Wandering outside the established limits: errant lambs.
b. Aimless or irregular in motion: an errant afternoon breeze.
[Middle English erraunt, from Anglo-Norman, partly from Old French errer, to travel about (from Vulgar Latin *iterre, from Latin iter, journey; see ei- in Indo-European roots) and partly from Old French errer, to err; see err.]
The condition of being full or gratified beyond the point of satisfaction; surfeit.
[French satiete, from Old French saciete, from Latin satiets, from satis, sufficient; see s- in Indo-European roots.]