Why did I come here? to this book in the North corner of my home at the dining table I used as a work desk for a year and which I’m now using as another kind of desk Did I come searching for something? Is this just a dopamine scratch? If it is, I think it’s important that I tell myself a different story Not an untruth but like a parable Something that shades me from the truth like a nursing tree which I may one day starve to death as I fatten myself on the dirt around us Maybe I just came here to anchor Is there a difference between letting your mind wander and letting your focus wander? I feel like one is good and the other is what I’m trying to flee but should I be running? Isn’t my purpose these evenings to rest? I guess I probably came to this desk table book and pen to see what was here I have found moments and thoughts before which I found valuable which I valued and value still It’s like going to the fridge and opening the door to see what’s inside I think I may have found a carrot
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Yes yes! The carrot is there- if we look in the write place! 🥰 Love reading your work.