I just can't seem to figure out all the stuff in my hands - I can't believe all the stuff, constantly going through my hands. I don't understand where it all comes from, how my life seems to generate so much of it. How long, how long?

Trying not to let sensations/emotions cluster into already named status that then gets leaned on, stamped, pressed into permanency or at least undue longevity. Trying to be with emotional states as physical sensation, keep experiencing them - riding them out with observation but not definition - they pass by like clouds overhead.

Some of us are spending time in one place, mostly still. Some of us are leaping great distances in a flashing second, the miles speeding by beneath us. Lord bless us all this week.