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| Garrison Ford, whom we love so much Thug cat |
Then we went back to the house where I promptly fell asleep. Ghin did Xbox and it was a mellow chilled kinda of a day. Although the first half was spent running and doing some laundry. It feels good - it feels strong.
As you get older you the year is supposed to get shorter. I don't think the year gets shorter, I think you just understand it more - it gets broken up into chunks that move from one chunk to the next and if you have this then... i think it feels shorter.
I made dinner last night - and made too much food. It has been very quiet now that everyone has left. I'll go for a run after this and then I'm getting laundry and tidying the house out of the way - and then I'm going to do something crafty - I haven't decided what yet.
Then at some point i'm going to have to get the blackboard done. Sanded and painted. And then I'm going to have to plan out the next Main Lesson block. I have not felt so energised at this time of the year for a very long time.
It feels like I should be able to take on some part of the world.
I think about Jac and how she has managed to struggle through setting up a new business and having a family. It is honestly completely admirable. I would never have done that, but that she has done it and succeeded is really commendable. In fact, is so amazing. Just bits of random data floating about my head.
So, the rosary saying is working really well. My Hail Marys and Our Fathers are working a treat. It helps me calm down and just focus on the good stuff. When I say good stuff, I mean, it stills my mind. It is what I know and therefore it is what is familiar and feels good to me.
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The silences of the day are perfect. This time of the day reminds me of the time of the year when it is all new. I get a little glimpse, a little bit of beginnings. Some light to remind me of new beginnings. To craft a little thing about of not very much. To be home in the thing which you have made your own.
A snug, a hole - somewhere
safe - and dark - the scent of soil and
self, the warmth and damp comfort -
of solitude
A moon - two pronged - so old and -
new - and knowing as it quickens and feeds -
then exhales to invisibility -
to return again
In blind darkness, fungi grow -
their invisible tendrils, spread and weave -
below trees, in between roots, root hairs -
stretch and signal
Silently - in a shining furry language -
that is beyond meditation -
in radiation to the skies, to remarkably -
sustain, even the stars.
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Let nothing ever be said about the passing of possibility. Because we are able to live outside time. It is good to no longer be at war with pain.
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| Pa has this photo on his phone It a a perfect capturing of every single person's personality |
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| And Oisin - how is it possible for 17 years to have passed, just like that? |
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