Waning

1/22/2022 In the midst of freedom we get stuck

MOON AND SMOKE — Somedays I know I’m not doing it for me — Who then?

All around us — windows into new vistas open

When I woke up this morning it was -9 F — Last week I was wondering who would get up from this empty chair if I sat down

Certainty is exhausting — what waxes will wane — within certain limits to be found experientially and experimentally

Well, y’all hope this finds you reminded windows wax and wane all around. It’s up to you to see the vistas.

Much Love,

Con/Jur/d, 1/22/2022