An I'm nowhere day

No place I can recognize at least, just re-invigorating myself after a relaxingly spent weekend. Much tunneling its way through the mush that is my brain, recovering old, old parts of self from back, back then. No, further.

Reminding myself who my friends were, who my enemies are. And then, like rubber, all associated feelings thunder through my gut, blocking what could be there, what's striving to take its place.

Few journeys to the soul are as productive, I'd assume. Becoming, waiting, holding, letting, nearing. And letting go.