In my new way of being – not pushing myself –
‘go by going where I have to go,’ I have not woven the story for several days,
and I’m writing here to convince myself that it is okay. My failures have one
good spin off, at least – that I don’t disturb my comfort in a push to achieve
my goals. Comfort, physical, mental, psychic, is paramount now. The weather has
changed, bright, melancholic autumn light edged with darkness, the first
piercing of the bones with the cold to come, in which everything sparkles. A
season to take care, stay warm in the deluding warmth, bring out the jackets
and the hats, begin to knit.
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