Images of the first month

Tao of zendaddy

The Tao that can be spoken is not the Eternal Dao


This is Jude the Important, a few hours or days old.



My life has always been full, and now more than ever. There seems never to be time enough for all the words one should write, so until I find my voice (or my pen) once more, let me offer thousands of words instead. I am so happy Jude is here, that he is. Tat tvam asi, my son.


Each day he is more lovely and strangely...a person. He is utterly present, yet every hour brings him closer to what we recognise as compos mentis. He is so alive, and so much a youngling. Gods, how do I speak this experience?

Thomas, Seth, street, whatyouwill - each of me is energised by his being, his scent, his foci. I haven't even begun to consider his possibilities.

Whether you be a parent or not, my friends, allow me this comment. My son has brought me great thinkings, and feelings, and passions and potentials. While voices in me shout "Don't breed, the world can only bear so much humanity, and there is more than enough!", other senses dwell in satisfaction and hale pride. The bio-urge rings, and yet my consideration, my academe, feels well content in this new life.

Jude is this lovely, laughing, beamish beautiful baby boy. He is just so cool. He's interested in lots of stuff, seems to be learning about the world around him with ease and spped.

We take him into different environments, and he enjoys them all. As long as the lad is fed, and clean and burped, he's good to go.

Nelle, by the way, rocks. Hve I mentioned I love her to bits? The hip hick chick who became my private passion remains a most wondrous woman. (And woman has been perhaps my most passionate study.) Mama Frog is way cool. A leader in the field. Thank you, Nelle, for all of this.

Until the next, anon. Zendaddy out.