Getting Lost in the Process of Getting Lost
I have this pattern, see. I have this way of navigating each new catastrophe that rears its head and makes a name for itself in the annals of my timeline. Call it a coping mechanism, call it retreating into some other shade of existence, call it whatever. But one that appears has brought about a massive, and often positive, change in my trajectory. This current moment in my timeline is no different. There are the normal complications that come with being a being, but I know those will all end up getting worked out eventually. That's just how it tends to go, no matter how much we try to fight it all the way back uphill. I learned a while ago to not waste the effort in futile or empty gestures. But there are also a large, LARGE number of really great things (truly phenomenal things!) happening at the moment, much of which has emerged as new output from the last catastrophe. The painting being the most earthshaking of them. In my last post in mid-February, I said that I'd...