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Coffee, the moment, Is always setting Zen giving LOVE and showing us the Art in all moments all rooms All thoughts and possibilities

10/21/2026

When I first wrote the date, I wrote 11/21.  Yes, because this year and month and all of time is going by that fucking fast. 10:22, working at home, and already through much of what’s for today slated. Nurse at work, feels like it’s going to rain, and I’m trying to bring myself to a…

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More than just a ….. Today, I let the coffee cool without making it a metaphor for everything I haven’t finished. Small victory. The window is open, there’s air moving through the room, and I’m allowed to sit here. Self care, apparently, includes leaving myself the fuck alone occasionally. No interrogation about progress. No dragging…

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After the meeting with S, I’m wanting to keep data.  On literally everything.  Collect as much information as I can, and not think twice or at all about it. Money spent so far today, $0.  This is consistent with the day’s aim, and putting aside funds for projects, and more travel.  After Paris, the Nurse…

The gratitude, moved from one intensity to one much higher.

Next day, in office, and with an ease about me.  From the drive.  Road, what’s between the exists as I have been meditating over and writing on the blog. This immediate blink and beat, me, present… knowing there is so much more Story for me, my wife, family. How is this my life?  This intensity…

…..It’s the coffee, ZEN, and love for the immediate.

Missing my wife.  First time away from her for this long in WEEKS.  Found a picture someone sent of us at the Alter, right when I kissed her, after pronouncement.  UGH…. But there’s really no ‘UGH’ to this.  No sluggishness or longing, or anything nay-saying (well, obviously), and it’s more than the whole ‘distance makes…

10:42, everything pretty much done.  Already.

Passion, being inspired and maybe even inspiring others… to do what? Write.  All emotions and feelings, questions, everything.  Their development as a character. 12:35.  Pause.  Time for me.  Collection meditation, going through more of the Paris pics.  I download one, and stop. My wife, walking.  Both of us, entranced by what we saw.  The cathedral,…

Ran into a coworker who recently shared he’s writing again, and

digging though boxes of old pages, even going so far as to start his own little publishing house.  We talked before I went on my wedding and honeymoon leave, in the market break room.  He told me that one manuscript he’d been touching here and there for over TEN YEARS. No judgement at all from…