It’s the second full day of summer and arguably still a match to being the longest day of the year. This is, of course, the time of Midsummer that Shakespeare immortalized.
There have been wicked storms here on the
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I’ve been feeling naughty and not feeling all so nice lately. Certainly is due to the fact that I’ve been relying on externalities and projections for a sense of fulfillment rather than finding my own decency and worth in my own heart and soul. Change. Change does come. Ever-change, never-end. Time, as Thomas Merton once suggested, to sink my roots and not shake my branches so much.
So I prepare to grow deeper, more studious, meditative, and intuitive, Should the psychic winds of warpdom whip at me I shall not become alarmed. I prepare to achieve all that I can imagine. Yet I will guard against letting my imagination run amuck casting havoc recklessly about. I prepare to come to full but not closing terms with my inescapable mortality. And thus I will let trees of Dreamland speak to me and whisper how ephemeral indeed I am.
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