364: telling

I try to tell my story to put form to experience that is sensation without words we get 26 letters infinite possibilities yet still shape alludes me and I try again

363: god wont pull your ripcord

I’ve written on my whiteboard visioneer. let things come to me. do the work. it takes all three to do life well first to dream let ideas take ahold of your heart squeeze it into joy hope possibility then breathe. some time must pass between passion and action...

362: the biggest work

is to trust self there is the rub society of social media causing more uncertainty of self than maybe monarchies of old controlling with an iron fist the thinking of their populous this is not natural abhorrent off track there is a long route to return to human being...

361: just like Emerson

The diety is me there is no external force played upon life as much as the internal integrated born to this form carrying the god within this is why it is so important to know thyself no trust thyself is more apropos keep journaling as if a god beside it helps...

360: late September day

If you live in the south it comes like this new to me not native here the kind sun emerging after those long days of brash intensity skies lifted so high as if in exclamation every moment a new leaf rustle against concrete tempered breeze carrying them to the ground...