It’s officially spring! I’m saying Hi to the new buds, the rainy wind, the early birds and the longer days. Bring it on! The Lure of Plans. The ground has shifted. I'm in other territory. I have left the premises. Why haven’t I accomplished more these past few months? I wondered: Did I over-plan? Am I meeting my own expectations of who and what it all would be? Or to put in another way: What is going on?
Agree! I support your less-doing, more-being. It can be a combination of decompression from the city, easing into one's age, and the new time we are in. The river flows in accord with gravity, no push required.
I came here for a look because I last met you in New Lebanon over a meal of Heart and Wings. However I an't, an't, an't make head nor tale of this. I fear you have taken leave of your sentences, so I am going from Wad to Beorse.
Agree! I support your less-doing, more-being. It can be a combination of decompression from the city, easing into one's age, and the new time we are in. The river flows in accord with gravity, no push required.
I came here for a look because I last met you in New Lebanon over a meal of Heart and Wings. However I an't, an't, an't make head nor tale of this. I fear you have taken leave of your sentences, so I am going from Wad to Beorse.