Entrances and Exits
I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
It’s been a long day. And I just capped it off by watching the first two episodes of True Detective. I wanted to just lose myself in a story.
I don’t know why, but it’s left me unsettled.
Entering the Land of Three Digits
Am I really on my 111th blog post? And is this the last day I have 1000 or more posts yet to write in my 1111 Devotion?
It feels surreal to think that I’ve written this many posts, day in and day out. I remember when it was a huge deal for me to have written seven in a row! And then later, I marveled at having written a whole month’s worth.
My whole attitude toward sharing my thoughts with you – the varied and partially unknown-to-me ‘you’ who are supporting this commitment by reading my words – has shifted a lot in the past three months. I’m still trying to figure out my rhythm. I’m still learning to trust my muse, my connection to some font of inspiration that suggests the subject of each night’s ponderings.
We’re All Exercising Forms of Devotion – to Each Other
I realize some nights I do better than others. And I’m grateful for your devotion to me. And to Karl.
Funny thing? I had a very uncommon Saturday session today. (Another reason I think I’m feeling a little hazy. I’m not sure what day it is.) But on this Day 111 of my 1111 Devotion, Karl was powerfully present. He showed up and his presence was palpable. Not only that, he was a huge support and healing presence.
I didn’t think of it at the time, but his timing was pretty darn cool.
He always did know how to make a dramatic entrance.
And exit.
(T-1000)