POST 188 (DAY 198, Tuesday, 2021.2.23)
.. I guess I forgot to post yesterday.. quite a beauty filled day.. finished the FPH walkway shelf.. had a nice chat with a friend about life at permaculture D1sneyland.. witnesses the return of the Clay-dawg!!.. aka Clay-spice!.. aka Clay-2K!!!.. then had a nearly wordless yet powerfully meaningful interaction/connection moment with a fellow boot.. and COMPLETELY FORGOT to post a BRK as I shut my eyes for the night.. this means one or both of two things to me.. 1) I got lost in the fun, 2) I must get back to my ritual of a scheduled time (or write morning entries when distractions are few..)..
POST 189 (DAY 199, Wednesday, 2021.2.24)
.. A quiet and dimly lit morning inside the FPH.. visit the porcelain throne.. start the fire.. gather my center.. brush teeth.. sip water.. stretch up skyward.. read a paragraph or two.. focus awareness toward my breath.. in............ then exhale long....
POST 190 (DAY 200, Thursday, 2021.2.25)
A RANT.. is love infatuation?.. I must admit that I once believed they were the same.. blind, in my own carnal craving for attention and affection.. filling a chasm with ideas of what love might be.. the monster within was never satisfied, always clinging.. but am I this monster?.. and is this self-centered form of pleasure seeking just a poor habit?.. or am I able to love dearly, deeply, without regard for personal gain?.. just to support someone else’s journey of seeking and finding love in life.. this must be what Beast did for Belle when he took the dagger in place of time.. the last petal in slow motion to express a certainty of destiny..
A DREAM.. last night we hung out at the mall.. I wanted to bring back the fat burger (fries, shakes, all the sauces).. chill out and enjoy a movie in a small theater room with the most comfy couches.. something was glitching though.. my feet were moving, and so was the bustle of the mall.. but I was on repeat for the 10 minutes of going to get the burgers and then arriving at the theater in time to share a smile and a fry.. ONE FRY!!! No burger.. then repeat.. the feeling was joy, on repeat.. though I didn’t bite into the burger in the dream, I know what it tastes like in real life.. the dream was, perhaps, then, an emphasis on the joy of the journey.. on repeat..
POST 191 (DAY 201, Friday, 2021.2.26)
.. after lunch.. a spontaneous snowball fight.. the kid inside each of us came out to play.. some hid behind an unsuspecting gray smudge of a kitten.. a clever tactic indeed.. Josiah made a snowball so big he fell forward trying my to hurl it toward Clayton’s poofy curls.. Clayton packs his balls dense enough to leave an impression.. on my back!.. so I pay it forward to Jen.. then I’m struck again in the head by Lara’s aim.. so I just start giving it all I got—no more me nice guy.. my ice cold hands send white fluffs of silly, giggly rounds no faster than my grandma could drive.. then I run out of snow.. and I’m getting lobs from all angles.. and then back to work..!!