When you notice yourself thinking in certain low, and more sluggish trains.

What do you do, if you want to stop?  Easy, just that.  Decide to STOP. Exercising patience, writing more poetic form.  Not needing or imposing on self the needle of conventional prose. Writing the Nurse…. Again.  Yes, and more after these words, lines, whatever form the form— Sent her some verse.  Can’t stop thinking of…

2-21-26

D2Dcon, 2026

Learning, grateful, present. Loving this day, and all.

09:22 Surprised how ahead of the day I am, to be honest. Still haven’t made the next coffee.  Maybe I should do that now. Meeting pushed to 14:00.  Okay, good. Waiting for an idea to catch me.  Made my rounds, tended to notes, audited calendar.  Too ahead oft the day’s Beat for a writer’s own…

These grapes don’t look like ambition.

They look like patience. Old wood, cracked and scarred, holding up something soft and temporary. The vine doesn’t rush. It doesn’t ask if it’s ready. It just keeps doing the work—season after season—until sweetness happens on its own. I like that the fruit grows low, close to the gnarled parts. Not at the flashy tips….

Normalizing New and Me

08:49.  Admittedly, not much writing done over the past few days, spanning Thanksgiving, then another Thanksgiving, having company over, then yesterday a much needed day of quiet and zen, some productivity, and SELF-CARE. 2026 Starting yesterday.  And there is a very sharp and specific aim and architecture to it all. Negativity is no longer heard. …

Learning.

From all moments. Nothing is not teaching.