Oh its so easy to write for myself. My closet diary extends over volumes and volumes. I have to. Thats why. By the time I undertake to write elsewhere I always put it off somehow. I was reflecting tonight that I am scarcely through my previous inside adventure - which was uncomfortable to say the least - and the next has already started. Going where? Nada, no idea, have never had. My last adventure ended with a dream in which I participated in a cycling race and was very proud of the results. I managed to cycle 700 hours in one day! Quite some perspective our nighttime selves have of what we are going through. And now as I sit here two evenings later I feel the winds of change and I fear it may in fact turn out to be the storms of change.. Part of me would love to sit quietly in the sun for a little while and part of me is always, always eager; anticipates the next corner; the road of tomorrow. And cannot wait.
