Flapping like a fish thrown on dry ground, it trembles all day, struggling. (Dhammapada)
I’m so tired, sore, sad.
I had the best day yesterday though. Time out of space and time. Time in one of the nicest liminal spaces left on earth. Sunshine and thorn trees and dust, elephant, giraffe, zebra, kudu, red hartebeest, black backed jackal, kalahari lion, pale chanting goshawks.
I don’t know how to readjust.
Does that sound churlish? Too bad … I don’t have to put on a facade here.
I’m weary of pretending and then slamming into my own loneliness. I don’t want sympathy.