must get this eased

The numb tingling over my hip is not quite as bad. Kneading, icing, needling the huge knots on my sacral spine. Stilll, worrying.

Smelling the rain.

My feet hurt and my eyes are still blurry.

"Time is not a straight line but rather a labyrinth, and if you press yourself against the wall in the right place you can hear the hurried steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walk past on the other side."
- Tomas Tranströmer
saturn rising
anglican saint


From Whiskey River, natch.

Such a difference an attitude makes

The big test. Woke up prickly, even snapping at Dylan. Then worked flat out for 14 hours.

I turned it around, and got very nearly cheerful.

LDLMP

Yesterday, actually. Ordered and got more obs. Resigned to further waiting.

Patience is never easy.

Ain't over til it's over.

Gave in, ordered more OBs. This ain't over, ain't gonna be over, have to resign myself to another decade. Started yesterday, after only 3 weeks.

So tired.

Ignorance is bold, wisdom reserved.

I don't think there is a God. Possibly many small gods, kanji, spirits, energies. Even then, probably not, not really, although it's a useful metaphor.

But I've got too much respect for the scientific way of thinking to believe beyond a doubt, can't prove there isn't, only that there is no compelling proof for.

Agnostic for damn good reasons

I can only feel sorry for the friends, widow, even the brother, of the elder bomber. They all got sucked into his own entitlement to the kind of friends he wanted, all others must pay with blood. Not that they are not responsible for their own actions, and inactions, only that I see them as victims as well.

Of zealotry and blame and self righteousness, of culture bound and absolute religions.