Every Friday I sit here wondering what on earth I’m going to talk about yes throughout the week there is no shortage of topics that would make for something interesting to read (if I could write it in such a way that is), yet here I am writing about nothing at all.
Ironically I could use a little more emptiness. Between worrying about things I thought I’d stopped worrying about years ago and having yet another thing to do daily to improve the condition of this deteriorating body sometimes I just want to throw it all away and stop caring altogether. Good thing I have a meditation retreat lined up next week, that should (hopefully) do me a world of good, as long as I don’t kneel too much, in which case it will be hell.
Here’s a flower I scraped off the barrel of my archives (I am running low and don’t have a walk planned, so eek!)
