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ugh, that old post is getting tattered and dusty

...time for a new one


let's see...

it's winter, or damn near close enough

I actually read somewhere that the concept of seasons has gone through a variety of phases in nearly every culture. Around here, there's pretty much rainy and not-rainy (or at least that's my current paradigm ...come spring things will be undoubtedly different )

but anyway, let's call it winter ...it's rainy ...and cold ...and dark

dreary? ...I rather not play that way, but the mood does grip me from time to time

for now, I'm in a phase of blissful solitude ...even if only for a matter of survival



the relationship, if that is what it was, had to come to an end ...c'est la vie

so, as a parent and not a player,
I alone will now warm my bed and hearth
until fate happens upon me
a particularly extra special new friend

which may not be until spring (or even the time of non-rain ...or maybe even a distant lifetime yet unknown!) ...eegads, indeed


so, I reacquaint myself with my hearths, both inner and outer, my breath, my tea and my mind

it's a delightful practice ...almost trancelike in the surreal passage of time


speaking of which
i have to work too soon in the morning


sweet dreams, divine dreamers