Everything is changing in my life and I seem to be along for the ride. That's probably always been the case. I'm not sure if it's my good fortune or my bad luck that makes it so apparent now. I'm a solo act in every facet of my life. Oh, sometimes Jamaica decides to go counterclockwise around the block or Angel declares that we're all getting up at 3:00 am instead of 4:00.
I'm working less. That's not by choice.
I'm thinking that I need some jackets with patches on the elbow and a pipe. They say that writing is the loneliest profession. I'm lonely.
When you meditate, let love in.
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