- 2026-02-15
- Writing - vignettes
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- Related to Getting back to Deep Okayness (vs Out-There-ism) (2026-02-14)
Perhaps the wrong direction this entire time.
Burning to ash the ramshackle walls of my life, then the floor.
Burning too much; some of this could have stayed. I donβt have the eye for this. Iβve confused myself.
I was no oneβs apprentice, I struck out alone. Trying to fashion a life like a potter with his clay.
Self-belief. This one is good, into the kiln, Iβve finally arrived. Of course, the fired pot is shoddy and useless. I smash it and begin again. Exhaustion mounts; donβt look back.
I think I have become marginally more skilled, discerning, but I am still an amateur, a fool. My fingers are blistered. I drown in conflicting advice, a thousand possible paths. I need it simple. Each new idea sings of simplicity, a resonant hum, wholeness at last. Finally, a stable foundation. Then I burn it and begin again.
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