I don’t have a lot to say on certain days of the month. Something about blood loss brings me down, directionally speaking. Changing the subject now. Packing and readying to move on Monday is occupying all my waking focus, saying goodbye-for-now to all that I love about this place.

We weathered a lot of storms here, some more successfully than others. It’s sad to leave just when things are calming and warming. The energy is sweetening, and I am leaving, again. One day, I’ll root in and actually live someplace. Meantime, I’m practicing mobility and non-attachment to material things. Sigh.

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