life a random number engine we make meaning none inherent life unceasing spilling out embodiment not nihilist breath, death, misunderstanding or grace every trace sacred
It has been the nuttiest week, although I wrote this poem two weeks ago. Email annoying scam, two credit cards compromised the same day (and the insane amount of time to unravel all of that, changing over ten passwords, etc.), a sick three-year old dog with a strange malady (thickened bladder wall with a lot of discomfort peeing, but the culture didn't grow), and my--at the moment--severe neck issues. Like, enough all ready!
I went to PT today. Really liked the practitioner. Smart, good communicator, in her words an "anatomy nerd" and two good exercises to start with.
But mostly, Greg, I'm grateful. Happy to be here, alive, writing.
Every trace. All okay?
It has been the nuttiest week, although I wrote this poem two weeks ago. Email annoying scam, two credit cards compromised the same day (and the insane amount of time to unravel all of that, changing over ten passwords, etc.), a sick three-year old dog with a strange malady (thickened bladder wall with a lot of discomfort peeing, but the culture didn't grow), and my--at the moment--severe neck issues. Like, enough all ready!
I went to PT today. Really liked the practitioner. Smart, good communicator, in her words an "anatomy nerd" and two good exercises to start with.
But mostly, Greg, I'm grateful. Happy to be here, alive, writing.
That’s good to hear - not all the hassle, of course😉. Sometimes there’s a build up of trials - hopefully followed by some form of reward.