inescapable factor and something that’s like an interview or discussion materializing, revolving in this minute’ thought, the next, and the seventy-five before.
Rain returned. Two pages written in VV, and now alas typing. Can’t wait to see the kids, all of us together tonight. Podcast the entire drive over. Think that’s the first time I’ve done that and one I researched. I remember thinking, “Oh fuck this is perfect…”
And it was. Arming myself with several journals and notebooks, legal pads, whatever I can find for the study ahead. Which will last not just a program’s duration but my life’s remainder. I will leave this soil doing…..
Nurse telling me a story about a patient yesterday. Not one of hers, but the daughter of a neighbor, and the sadness and bewilderment I feel is like a heavenly hand around my neck, telling me to do something. Look more into the implications. The symbolism, yes.
Jung said, “I am not what happened to me. I’m what I choose to become.” How fitting, with JO’s words the last time we spoke.
“DECIDE IT, MIKE.”