It's raining now, a warm May Rain, the Stillness drenched. I'm still gonna go outdoors and walk about--there are a couple of projects that can be executed, small and almost silly as they may be. It's as if the Great Mothers are promoting only my BEST 'Interest' >> to heal my shoulders............ .
Everything is In Place, the Pallet Industry, the Chair Industry, the Sewing Industry, the Training Industry, the writing Writing, Rite-ing, Ryte-ing Right-ing Industries and even Fables and Tales all
Manifestations of Indivduation, Aspects and even Components of Psyche >> the Goddess of Mind.
ALL of THIS is nothing I eva 'planned'. Seriously, not one thing, except MAYBE the rite-ing. I will always rite, It's my Essence. Maybe SWORD as well. I cannot Imagine a Life without Sword.
Gallogs pointed out, in his succinct and pith Irish Steel, not much has changed for him, and by immediate ancillary, for us Retired Folks---except, of course, The Whole Get-Infected-And-DIE Scenario<<<<<< > Pandemics will cause that kind of Dread >>>> .
"Life 'goes on' " -------as does Death.
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