.... surge ...
The start again in finding s way round how I live ... The choice we supposedly make ... The mind over matter ....
A real transformation in transition. I still find it hard to see clearly in the muddles. The times I see a peek.. The contentment that comes for a while. Then the repeated perpetual stage of the next haul. I am back in the fall of darkness ...
At least a daughter is preparing food for a freezer, that I may go on an adventure in her area thy way in put of time in home sit, now a pet sit. The time out that gives me more incentive each time.
And again when the kin come here and relieve the space too. Those things of use elsewhere by those with more sentiment...
Though for a daughter and I our sentiment is not what it was... and in a way that is a blessing. The burden of aspiring to much we do not really need for inner peace.
The tribes who live from nature are the ones with a truly productive life .... though to most it would now be deemed antiquated ... and urgh to live in a hut made from shite ....
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