17:36 back home after movie.  Kung Fu Panda 4.  Great film, haven’t seen the prequels.  Emphases of inner-motivation, changing of character, persistence and standing ground.  PASSION… 

Waiting for Mom and Dad to get here, change of plans them coming here after the kids requested they come to the loft.

The feeling of Composition and togetherness about me from this morning still Beats.  I’m whole, and loving the story.  This new me.

Waking early tomorrow and working out in office.  Entire day with family, probably no writing done if I weren’t to wake early and record any notes and musings.  No distractions, emails or messages or apps, anything.

MY new pursuit, a new dance and twirl.  I have a new thesis and virtue, seasoned in my steps.  My heart is a balm of assertiveness.  There will be no waiver, or compromise.  I’m a legion of forward, nothing in a stall of flutter atop field, no inconsequential hover.

17:48 = Steady, set, sharp in this chair, in the loft, nook looking out at the greater loft where my youngest plays and celebrates the beginning of a family evening in his own way.

Realization, new station never complacent.  Some people just mention what’s ancient.  A hog’s beak-spit, I can’t keep with and lame weak riff… notes to self journaled and on shelf.  Move to ocean, back to Mendo or Monterey with the Nurse.  Peace, love, the only thing I wanted and frankly fucking deserved for well over a damn decade.