Today I am composed. I am the Composition. I am simply focused, I guess, on what’s here. freedom is Working on the incomplete and bringing them to a point of peace. Letting all else go. Be. I found this, from 101. Just rereading it. No need to change anything, nothing to add.
Never quite there. I had this in my mind all weekend. Mostly because of how things have been going for me. But then after talking to my son who works so hard and is so tired and is still trying to figure out the best path forward. It was comforting in some way to know that such frustration might span generations and that it’s not just that I am getting old. Life is simple really. It is just complicated. We […]
There is fog here. After a lot of rain. And now a bit of winter moving in. It is grey and dark. And the man is still sleeping. It looks dull but you can feel the season vibrating beneath the surface. I am sorting through this old basket of scrap. It’s big, this basket, and stuff gets tossed in when I need to tidy up. It is a cloth/thread nest. Bugs get in and so does dampness and dust. It’s […]