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It's a mess

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I'm referring here to my mind... as well as the world.


When I am "in my body", boxing or out with the birds, or looking at a tree, everything's just fine. The process of living is bearable, even enjoyable. Then I start thinking.


Work.... will there be enough?


Volunteering... why aren't I doing it?


Art... why has that faded out of my life?


My companion animals... I've never looked after them well enough.


Academic work... why can't I find a place to fit in?


Life... why does it go on so?


Other people... why can't I be easy company?


Humanity at large.... uuuurrrrggghhhhh.


My house... will the roof last this winter?


Today I saw a huge horse chestnut who'd lost much of his bulk. I've seen this tree, and the two others, for years - they stand in a roundabout. A week or so ago I noticed that huge branches had fallen and today I went to look.



Maybe it was honey fungus that killed the tree. This one was huge. He must have been centuries old. It made me so sad.


In the book I'm listening to, the Ogir sing to trees, they plant groves and love the trees. The character says, "But few trees will listen to our songs these days."


There is a need in me to find that which can hold on; that which, in this darkness, can retain the light.



But I can't find it.

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maplekey4
Dec 03, 2024

I'm glad you have some things you enjoy. And I'm glad you're making good use of your camera. Fingers crossed for your roof. And thanks as always for these posts. xx

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