June 30, 2015 by musehick
Some days your energy squeaks you through. Even when the storm clouds gather in and you feel like it is all hopeless; even then the fact that you turn up, and you make some small effort to listen … that is the key. It is hard to walk away from something that is so pro-survival, and in those transitory moment of doubt, the idea of what it is that you are threatening comes home to you loud and clear.
I am about to drop into a coma … something more substantial here promises soon.