Mummified Walking

The walkabout is beginning, though it's taking time to unravel the rags and vines gathered around my limbs. If I were Lot's wife, I would be lump of crystallized sand by now, looking back, trouble letting go. Focus, determination, one step in front of the other. For several years now it's felt like I'm running out the clock. Now that I've decided to move forward, the clock still rules my life. A pathetic excuse, but true nonetheless. I need to remember the words of Kazantzakis (Saint Francis) - "all roads lead to the earth - God is an abyss - jump!!!". Some things cannot be done piece by piece. The heart must be one.

Getting unstuffed

Too much going on to talk about at the moment, but the motif is getting unstuffed,
simpler, getting more direct. Change your filthy habits. Get slack. Get serious.
Stand on this leg. Stand on that.

No wonder reform has trouble surviving.