my true story

I don’t know how to talk about what I want to say this morning. I feel it, I’ll just scribble. It has to do with my place in all the rooms of my world here today, and a clarity – ? – for each and every one of those places — a physical, experiential rather than intellectual clarity. Sensory. Maybe like coming home, at long last, to my very own dna. “Hi Sweetie. Where ya been?”

There’s a Zen verse which makes use of the word ‘Elegant,” and there is something there…….The elegance of allowing myself to be entirely this very me. The mysterious side of the universe, far from the land of any form of people pleasing.

Even cows, girlfriends, now more like pals to hang out with on the corner. If we’re energetic and enthused, and really lucky, maybe moo some doo wop amidst the seemingly endless vagrancy. Under this street light, or that one.

I am so grateful you are a subscriber, and the fact is there’s less personal mental stability up on the mountain bench than there was when I continued to find myself couch surfing – even at 70. Especially in the heat.