Month in its ending echos….  Not much thought of note on the drive over.  Just Mindful of the drive and the music— OH, that’s right, the #MYMUSICMOODNOW project.

Liftoff after the wedding, this weekend.  Exploring mood and how Music lifts, mends, teaches, centers, that kind of thing.

Restroom then more coffee.  This writer is tired but not.  Odd state.  Run for lunch, then to poz loft.  Lots to do, lots to write, and all from this CST Story… the playbook.  Everything distilled to content.

Everything written and recorded… everything, all entries and efforts their own solitary and standalone, sovereign track.

And this is how it’ll be.  More music, more meditation, more to the Beats in ears and natural percussion of the building, people walking by.

Assessing my climb, the rate and pace, how I come in contact with the Story, fate.

Me, this writer now reshaped.

Dopes with their documents talking about my writing, my favorite comedy routine, a hobbling circus of dunce-fairies.  Sip my coffee and celebrate.  More than affirmation.

More than a routined repeat.

Manifesting the Now, how I want it to sound.  Collect Self, more than manuscript on a shelf.  Atomic, molecular, cells and synaptic dance—