How does one look for what they don’t know?
When you’re doing what you know you should do, and it matches up with what you want to be doing – that’s bliss. To me that’s bliss.
I felt that this morning for the first time in eons, maybe ever. It felt good. Free and easy flowing, a state of mind that transcends the physical barriers of my prolonged CoronaCovid.
I’m in control. I don’t know if I want to tell anybody about the STORM. It’s not believable. For the sake of sufficiency I am not unharmed. I am swaying to the internal rhythm of a constant companion.
But I seem to instinctively know how to deal with the intruder whose presence demands my attention, if for no other reason than figuring out a way to live with the intrusion.
Dare I say monster? There. Thy will was done.
It’s not just a presence, it’s a process not easily described.
I’m going to work on the bliss end for a while. I’m not going to wait for results. Waiting, contrary to British thought, is a bloody waste of time.
And I don’t like to bleed.
Later gators,
next time might be longer; this tractor’s got some haulin’ to do
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