Friday I woke up (about 7am) to a bird rhythmically crashing into my window. Apparently the bird sees itself and continues to crash its head in fear that this intruder may go for its nest.
Its a metaphor; we are our own greatest enemy.
Tomorrow is my first day of gainful unemployment. This is really the first time in my life that I'm without a cord; floating, flying really. I'm free of chasing shadows or others who insist I do.
So...
I have 10 days left of Arizona.
This is what I plan...
bike most days.
hike other days.
climb Kitt Peak
hike Grand Canyon.
meditate
yoga
take care of me.
Wow, unemployment is good.
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Muddled is a disordered condition or aimless manner, Muse is derrived from the Greek goddess of memory and mother of the Muses and the Greek noun for “memory." So herein lies my disordered memory and aimless thinking. Enjoy.
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Good luck Lisa. You were always a pleasure to work with.
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