so much of this life this living has become to me at my now 51 years on my way to 106 something I recognize as all my own not all my own like solitary although that or unique but yeah that too rather all my own in that everything I do outside is a reflection of work from the inside and even visa versa one informs the other and biggest of surprises when I work on the inside when I get down in there and really dig and shovel the dirt from deep in the crevasses and corners and pull up not just past but expectations and hopes dreams and conjurings truths and myths Gods and gods and most of all just everyday me stuff I discover that in doing this the day to day digging in my own self I touch the world that grand big world I’ve been reaching for my entire life I touch that big bold beautiful world when I didn’t even have to reach out~