nothing. same old. brakes/engines. humans.
this is the time, and this is the record of the time
time: last night i panicked. she might only be here for 20 more days. and then what? i have wasted my time! you've got to do it now! NOW!
contrarily: relax. it's never enough and it will never be done. enjoy exactly where you are. appreciate.
caught in between these two perspectives, meanwhile, what is the point? love? evolution? just being? awareness of magic/divinity/the ridiculous beauty and fuck ups of it all?
so, prayer. that used to trip me up, right, 'cause i was not raised with church, and maybe there's some stickiness around words. but prayer, now, ha, means to me intention, desire, focused energy.
ritualizing the things that make up how we want to see the world around us.
everything starts in the invisible world.
that's for you, tracy.
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