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making love to the same woman day after day is deja vulva.
‘Mas Kodani, a Buddhist in Los Angeles, said in the early twenty-first century: “One does not stand still looking for a path. One walks; and as one walks, a path comes into being.” We make it up as we go, and we make it up by going.’ – from The Age of Mammals: Looking Back on the First Quarter of the Twenty-First Century by Rebecca Solnit
like fats domino and bob dylan, we’re walkin’ and we’re talkin’. we’re seeking our own path. there’s the road most taken… the road less taken… and the road not a road at all until took. we’re on that last one, and i’m looking for my compass and flashlight when instead i need faith, suspicion of direction. kathy’s found herself in art. i lick myself in blogging. blogging’s not enough. if only i could live up to what i know, remember what i’ve learned. maybe it’s enough that the journey’s begun. of course winter always brings doubt and discontent – both shakespeare and steinbeck knew that. for me, my internal spirit dims in december, bottoms out early march. perhaps my spirit’s solar powered.
