From primordial soup soaks to infinite expansion of mind and thensome, I've spent the better part of a month on the edge of suffering with faint moments of peace.

Today my body aches less than yesterday. Wasn't so much a struggle to move about, still it was not comfortable at all in route in the AM to errand for a handful of items to aid my healing. Being unwell is not something I often experience and I surely do no enjoy, especially when it involves both my mind and body. 

Returned to Brooklyn after a week north. Grateful for the opportunity to be hours from the city I've grown weary of, even moreso in the last few years, hindered by my weakened state of health; I did not fully enjoy my opportunity in a small town just outside of Kingston. 

I couldn't be inside last night. Mind on the cusp of possible rage, I walked near a mile and a half then bought a ticket to the film Opus. I sat in the center at the very back of the theater in seat number seven. I figured at least I could get lost in a story odder than my current life's position, none of which I'll recount in this post as the matters matter not at all. I am not here to pen The Iliad, The Odyssey or my version of A Course in Miracles.

A film I felt was the healthiest distraction or coping mechanism to reach for. 

I've been returning to the Oracle prompt of 'Cut Ties' deliberating iteratively on what exactly needs to be cut for some time. Surface cuts proved surely not enough as I have been in surgery at this point for over two years - at least consciously. And as you're likely aware, I am no surgeon.

I'm a few steps away from a silence vow. I removed all but one social media app from my phone. I've been unfollowing and removing followers on IG and recalibrating my YouTube algorithm by viewing videos of the ancient method of Kimchi making to homesteading and tips on the best places in the states to live off-grid. 

We'll stop here for now. I'm out of characters for today.

C.