Funny cycles. Days happen where I feel strength in the cells of my hair and fingernails. Then days creep in with an anemic contagiousness. And in the last two weeks, I've been battling with ghosty armies that try to spear me when I'm not looking.
I am car-less again and that makes me ponder the miracle of bicycles. Envious of minimalist machines and cities that cater to their presence. And in the meantime, my frustration over the service garage has caused anxious dreams that leave me grumpy in the morning.
The blessing of frustration is action. I'm never more determined than when I'm told I can't. Or they won't. Or you shouldn't.
Many universes spin in this room and like a roulette wheel, I never know where I'm going to land.
T.
