Morning with the Nurse.  Saturday.  Relaxed, in Windsor.

Gratitude-wrapped.  The morning doesn’t need anything flashy or syllabic.

Just what is.  Walk to Noto, a latte, shower and laundry.  Now typing in bed with Nurse while she reads and looks at photos, scrolls, enjoys her morning deservedly after an extended stretch of Nurse shifts.

Realizing that I’ve decided to stop over thinking and wondering about titles… like, job titles.  Singularities, while something I still think about I don’t weigh them so heavily.

This morning, different than others.  How to explain unsure but I know what I’m feeling.  Dryer and washing engine giving me a rhythm and symbol, sign, something from which to meditate and translate the day and those close to follow.

Idea – Coffee.  More thoughts and acts to start as old consistencies are sent to death, their STOP.

Espresso made in kitchen, dodging investigative prowl by Tiny, the Nurse’s youngest daughter’s cat.

Coffee corner in the loft, with the little block that reads something like, “Hold on, let me think of how to over think this…” Something like that.  I had to stop, look at Tiny and how he was exploring… Just do that, I thought.

What, I said to myself standing by the espresso drips and smelling slow steam, like a revival ghost looking for me, to teach me something that I cannot live without.

WHAT……???

Stop thinking.  Stop measuring and searching.  Don’t you get it?…. You have everything, not just everything you “need”, but everything.

I thought about it, then told myself to not.  To STOP.

BE SO IN THE MOMENT THAT IT’S YOU.

Who you are and what you see, what you speak, what you feel.