Up at 4:30 a.m. Feeling ok…
Have started to dream or remember my dreams again every night. This is a good sign, emotionally and creatively. I have found it very helpful to write down my dreams and make them into poetry.
Well, it’s a new week, another chance to get it right. Whatever you do, put your heart and soul into it. Do your best. That’s what new cup says. Or, as William James said, act as if everything you do matters.
Another investigative procedure on my kidney tomorrow. Hope they get to the bottom of the problemthis time
Well, the year is winding down, isn’t it. Politically tumultuous. For Democrats like me, depressing. But you can’t stop working for what you believe in. And I am still hoping that the moderate voices in this country will gain more traction. And I still plan to continue with my advocacy for the working poor.
As a writer, I will just keep on keepin’ on. Where there is life, there is hope. I guess I’m giving myself a pep talk. Maybe you, too
Someone said I need to go downtown more. I guess get out of the suburbs for a while. Maybe he’s right. But it has to be a nurturing place downtown–or I’m not going to go. I have been (emotionally) lost in a city before. Springfield, Mass.. It’s not pretty when it happens. It can spell danger, too.
Well, I’ve rambled on just about enough. Time to face the new week…and year. May 2015 be a year of reconciliation on the political front (by some miracle, I suppose). May 2015 be a year of creativity and growth and deepened spirituality–on the personal level.
Where there is life, there is hope.