Feeling a bit aimless this morning. This project of taking care of myself instead of taking care of others is getting boring.  I wonder why that is?  I’m not able to automatically unlock the stiffness in my neck, the soreness in my back and the aches from sitting too much.  I violently resist exercise, have no ability to “serenely adjust myself to self-discipline”.

Taking care of others was such a purpose throughout my life, and finding my direction by bouncing off the desires of you was the way I found my path.

So my purpose today is to be aimless, to follow the next indicated action that comes right up to my feet and nudges me–without judgment or argument.  I’m on the Divine Path, I’d just rather sit all day under the trees and sketch. 

Faith flings me into the fog.