Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Forty-Five
Steely Dan and windy roads.
Looking up, all I see is sunlight and cobwebs and dirty windows.
But the whole point of this is to breathe.
But a blowout? I didn’t think it would be a blowout.
Man, I miss basketball.
Writing morning pages in the afternoon. Wrapped in sunshine. Hummingbird fluttering in front of my face. Butterfly floating by the trees.
Pray for peace and ease. Insight and courage and discipline. Trust and surrender.
Too much seaweed.
Well. When you don’t practice for a week…
Burnt in the center, but just enough around the edges of the pan for the three of us to make a meal.
