Catalina Island…

Time to collect, rest, detach.  But, can’t help the flowering of ideas, thought, seeing Stories and something to learn in everything.

This morning, a run.  4 miles, launching just after 7 I think.  Humidity, first thing I noticed.  Ran past the dock, then turned around and back, some steps around downtown.

Dominant thought of writing a book here.  Maybe the next one, after ‘DECIDED’.  Overthinking, the topic.  Why… in fact, and seriously, why even think.

Just move, I thought staring at a seagull this morning.  It was on a post or whatever you call those things, and a sign under him that coincidentally and comically blared “WATCH YOUR STEP”.

The gull looked grumpy, and unhappy I was staring at him.  I nearly laughed audibly, but stayed in study.

Watching my step, in how I think.  How much time I devote to topics, how much energy I allow certain people to receive.

So… I stop overthinking, and a new practice and inner-ball begins days on this island.

Nurse and I, 98 days from the Alter.  She too, and unintentionally with no words, telling her writing husband to not think about it, that nay-saying puddle of quasi-communicative tar.

Nope…. Not doing it.  She writes my new way and welcome and celebrate her direction.  And I will, always.  Till I’m gone.