A grand adventure

Every day is a lifetime

ants, flies, spiders, all eager

after rain, a respite,

shushing of a breeze warning

of its imminence. and loud brazen

Korean birds. no fear, this is my land, the territory marked, I bet all these plants can be made into

Kimchi.

It’s the clearest day so far, and so far indeed, this unseemly expanse of high risen pillars, like geodes when the Earth rises + falls messily in an eruption.

These jagged edges strewn.

The forests ready to engulf if you waver.

The feng shui geomancy ready as well.

The tearing of eardrums, any humdrum day with fighter planes on patrol.

your home is a box anyway. Are your patio plants alive or dead?

How do you seek nurturance?

This was a nice photo op from wandering around Itaewon the other day with a new friend I met at the Buddhist Temple last week.

I feel a sense these days. The transition period between beginning something and doing something is fuzzy. I’m having trouble attaining a routine - even though I accomplish the majority of the items on my list every day, I still don’t get to everything, which means either I am trying to do too much, or things are falling out of my head in between moments.

My dreams a week ago centered on Perú people, which to me has a lot to do with moving across the world without knowing anyone, ready for anything.

There were also themes of boundaries, vulnerability, finding solutions, prestige and performance. Interestingly, the idea of not having tools or system in place to “clean” up a subconscious space really fits like a puzzle piece with the transition process right now.

So, what does this mean? I’m off to begin a next best step! And it’s an adventure.

I don’t know if a red carpet will precede me, but I know I’m heading to where/who I need and desire to be.