Pony Up

Work it harder
Make it better
Do it faster
Makes us stronger

Our work is never over

Thank you Daft Punk. This is now embroidered and pinned to my wall. Because somehow I forgot that this is a pump up to psychic power.

I am refering to myself. The revolutions within.

I have been feeling lately like my weaknesses are all out of control. So I have been stumbling around trying to figure out how I can still be the person I think I am, and fearing I am doing myself damage.

I am lonely. Not alone but lonely for my loved ones and left to process myself only within my own head. Which is like trying to tie your shoe in a tilt-a-whirl. Well not really as bad as all that. But this issue does occupy a fair amount of my otherwise disengaged mind. Time and energy I could be using productively. Like to sew. Or teach a child to read. or, say, meditating on releasing my inner tension.

So no more.

All the world asks of you is that you bring what you have to the table.
Maybe what Rose meant by learn to love the hill

Our work is never over.

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Garbanzo got into an awful scrap the other day. He is still limping. Neither of us know what the matter is. There is some kind dried thing sticking out. Which I thought was a scab of sorts but connected to something... I suspect some ligament or tendon or other important life cord got pulled out in the battle. I think this is probably not true. Hope not because that sounds like it wouldn't heal itself.