My urge to put finger to screen has faded away again.  It’s a mystery … neither good nor bad.  The yearning just walks away, without any decision or intention.  Apparently without any me.

I trust in the rhythms of my life.  Expanding … contracting … expanding again …

It’s only been five days, and I am sitting with my phone once more, composing a phrase or two.  Something short is a beginning.

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A friend sent me this photo, one among many.  Although there’s an orange and a pink on the edges, mostly the image is black and brown.

Although the woman is throwing her body around in gay abandon, mostly the image is vertical and stationary.

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I’ll take the un-mostly, thank you