And so 5 am usually means writing reflecting seldom slumber…might after for an hour but this is usually when I find myself awake tapping into who I was/am/are/is exploring gathering searching praying meditating soon walking..new treadmill..excited..it’s needed I do well walking..helps to keep me clear..haven’t walked in awhile..it’s cloudy..with a slight chance of rain (tears) happy and sad ones too..I love completely softly and intentionally and just as soon as I thought I’d moved onward into a space of greater understanding and calm resolve…NOPE I feel the sensations all over again like the flesh mysteriously reopens after the scar keloids…how.in the entire hell does that shit even happen…seriously..excuse my language..pissed much? Geesh..woosahhh..there is a greater self issue clearly hovering that I haven’t resolved..I think including family semi invited opinions…now that the smoke is clearing the looming presence of their wagging fingers look adds to the conviction I feel even just only thinking of reconsidering…

Next time just turn inward the answer lies and lays there…


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