I can't believe we can walk to this spot. It's all downhill. About a mile. The walk back uphill gets more difficult each year. And more important.Yesterday, I thought to myself...I need to live near the sea.
But I have always lived near the sea. Maybe we think we need what we have, out of habit.
How easily I might slide into a laziness of days. How a lot could slip away and I would be left with just sewing....just going. Yet still holding pattern.
While cleaning and sorting, and exercising less, I've begun to gather a few things for a Paper Sanity Series, mostly loose pages. Paper scraps of self.
I like the word Energy. It is, in the long run, more useful and life sustaining.
Whenever I engage in what seems like political comment, I lose followers. Yesterday was no different. Followers are not the goal. It's the open road, the freedom to walk a path in peace. Don't we all want that? The right to that. That's all.
I gained positive energy from the gentle stream of walking. Going.
I did not enjoy Madonna's rude outburst. That was her, on her usual power trip. Making her no different from what she was protesting against.
Power diverts energy. To get more power. Let it be.
Go do your thing with out keeping others from doing the same.
Of course these are all notes to self. ( maybe I don't like the word Marching (ie. marching as to War) either, maybe Walking?)