Composure is part of the composition. Protect the quiet that lets you think clearly.Care for the mind doing the work.Move with intention, not urgency. Not everything deserves access to your attention. Don’t let the day untie you.
Sunday sense…
8/16/2026
Noise. I don’t listen.
Just what I’ve decided. Someone attempting to throw me off yesterday. That antithetical energy. Monster. No. Just no. Agency over my life and mind and sight, vision, how I translate EVERYTHING. Feels amazing. I always tell the Nurse – If somebody would’ve told me six years ago that I would be here, as I type…
what happens
Reformatting my written and diarist approach and practice. Remember a student that wrote something, a nonfiction piece, less than 100 words. And honestly, fucking brilliant. Completely shattered my thoughts on writing, any theory or then-habit, erased. Journaling everything. Off a call and self-assessing, as I assess student. Attitude and Activity, where I start. MY, Mental…
5 miles written.
50 days till Alter…. 10 days into the 60 LAB. In office, what next. Tonight in Sonoma County for a little concert thing in Windsor, then… back here in the morning, then back to Sonoma County. Movement, movement, movement. Love it. What keeps the machine a machine, and ME a machine. I’m calm now, after…
Definition and Movement, YES.
Writing with each mile. And I’m speechless, sipping a sparkling water. One voice pressures me, and that voice is mine, but then another says just be. Observe. Let the Story come to you, with the CZL project, AND the Mental Health Flash Cards. Part of the playbook, again. And again. A note, added – DON’T…
Realizing that my ability to control my immediate moment isn’t the question, or the matter, but rather how I interpret.
The Nurse, more than a Muse, but a definitive operator ing this life. Where my Story is now. What I needed to stop, is anything antithetical to what is entailed in the NOW. Right here, now as I type this standing at my desk kicking myself for not running earlier but will after class. Joking…
PEACE.HAPPENING.
The PEACE, staying. Singing, everything around me. Heading to lunch in a second, tired and hungry, and with a meeting at one. Shouldn’t go too long… 12:43 back from lunch down the street, bagel place. Ready for meeting, and taking a second. You know what, coffee… more of this please. Have coffee. And… nothing happening. …
Peace.
Just DECIDE it. ☮️
anywhere scene
The pen waits. Outside, the world keeps moving. Inside, a thought becomes a sentence. Sometimes that’s enough.
Peace. With this cup.
Drive over, working with notes and drawing the business further. Coffee.ZEN… the LOVE for this life and moment and scene, everything in it. I keep writing and arranging the morning, perfection isn’t what I’m after. Tired, didn’t sleep well last night with the Nurse being called in after 01:00… can only imagine how tired she…