No specific outcome sought in this morning’s session, just keep going.  Writing, creating from what is… what’s around me.  Starting a new collection of notes, what I’d have on the room of my office outside the condo, notes on a wall to keep me and colleagues creating.  Seeing this blog as part of the wall.  Everything around you is pushing you forward, or trying.

Sparkling water, just what I need but I feel more caffeine ought be summoned, shortly.  Writing till I’m writing to pay my mortgage, feed my children, take the Nurse and I on holiday or to Winters for dinner at Preserve or the other place we went a couple months back.

Pic of Jack and Emma, 7 years ago.  Could write thousands of words about this and how it makes me feel, my age.  But like JO said, aging is something to celebrate… shared some words with him I sued to share with students, “Why grieve what’s absent when you can celebrate what’s present?”

Need my own words heed.  True…

Honed on my character Composition, Mental Health.  Creating and telling stories or accounts from this immediate Room.

09:07, freer in my types this morning.  Why not order more caffeine, a small latte maybe?  Have the fire be more of a fire, a fire atop itself?

I may have solved something, wasn’t going to say what – but, THIS.  I notice I withheld when knowing I’d post to blog.  But why?  What can ANYONE do?  The Nurse and I, like an army, armed and ready to greet negativity and ultra-observant flap-dragons.

That is the problem, holding back.  Like JO said, vulnerability.  There is value in it, immensities of rewards and elevation gain.  New truths in this morning, radiant and fearless harnessing themselves to me.  Splendid and divinely woven expressions of encouragement, from these café walls to the Fairfield streets on the other side of this window.

This new story, gem brilliance punctuated.  Unusual power about me, and after this next latte I will be a monster.  I am unfettered and unobstructed.  I will see the sky I seek, and persist on my Road with gratitude and love, and curiosity.

The day, the truck driving by, the people behind me talking quietly, all of it building, part of this new fearless architecture.  This will be me, forward, endlessly and tirelessly.