Somehow another 8 months have gone by.
As in a dream.
Like a ride on the highway the scenery whizzes by, with an occasional sign post, but mostly a blur. And as always I wonder if there is a better way to live.
So much time seems to be consumed in just keeping the systems going, instead of doing what needs to be done via the systems. The tool is broken, in short, but we keep trying to make it work.
Work is an insidious tide creeping over my life and it is time , again, to stave it off.
If every day and each moment is all I really have, why the rush and the fuss?
What for?
Like the vines I have been battling in my garden, the demands cling and pull until I can't move or breathe. I fall, and do not move in any effectiveness again until I have either dissolved them,
or myself.
