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, that little town, all of it.

This is the only feeling I will let myself have.  No upsets, or disquietude permitted.  Words meant to unnerve of push me to one mood side or another, just muted.  Not heard, and certainly given no energy.

THAT’S A CHOICE.  MINE.