2 days in this city & I cannot find myself
though I suspect that’s the point;
but I am beginning to understand
that might be the appeal
especially when there is no self
to find.
– from field notes, 7.18.26
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Towards Towhead Island
back in the firebox
calliope notes riding the breeze
these mental mooring lines
unknotthe boilers sings its fire song
the paddlewheel rolling us upriver
against the current
towards Towhead Island
to turnaround and return
[from Field Notes]
Hang on, it’ll be alright
One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]