Calm and monitoring SELF, emotions and thoughts and where my visions reside. Nurse readying for a birthday party, with food trucks I’m told. Jealous, a food truck sounds incredible right now. Just a touch after 10, oh well. May write in Sonoma, on the Square somewhere. Poetry only I’m promising myself – MUSIC. Songs, new…
journal……..
8-29-25 WFH today. Couple communications already sent. Yesterday, Construction…. Today, SURVEY. What do I mean by that…. Surveying the scape. All details, inventorying all actions, where I go and what I do. This morning coffee with the Nurse and her youngest at Noto, haven’t been in weeks if not months. Talking and realizing the promise…
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Peace….
Taking in the scene, letting it sing to me.
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
9:23 AM in office. Settling. Stopped at Redwood Café to use the restroom. Overtook with nostalgia,
hate that word but it’s true, and memories and visions of life writing in other countries… seeing other coffee spots, lounges, other music. Writing all day, and all words posted. Taking over my life with pages and entries. Restroom again, one sec…….. Back in the manuscript mentality of ‘I Just DECIDED To STOP’. From when…
ZEN.
Quiet, still, PEACE …..
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Office. 09:37 Putting more than several items on the writer’s plate today. Coffee, needed, poured. And me in character like I’ve never been. Manifesting a day that will change the Road of my Story, irreversibly. Promised myself I’d write the Nurse a letter today, and I will. ……..
Planting
Me, in different eyes Today, on the Drive I knew, I knew The music was different, The clouds, passing commuters Those windmills in Fairfield or wherever Bobbing head, can’t help There’s a voltage I know, told by self that The love of the room and highway communicate any Sought answer
4 miles ran this morning. House cleaning with Nurse, lunch and errands, now back home listening to music. And I think about what to do with it… where I go with this idea. And blogging…
Doing more with WordPress. Testing myself I promised last night falling asleep early, and sleeping plenty, more than awake today but with a carnivorous circulation going back and forth from all heart parts. Confidence still very much there, in every photo seeing a part that connects to now, the how not important just realizing it…
Mind telling me…
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2:23 PM
Now, just waiting. Class done and final report sent to Leadership. Now, the writer has time. Thinking of going to the writing booth, that sounds good. Need a change of scene. Sitting or standing. Usually you probably know I stand at the desk but now in chair. The booth is different—a confessional or a soundproof…
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