OK. I signed up to do this
Crap. I’ve got so much to do

I don’t even know how to do the link thingy
Clock set, ticking
Twenty minutes
Tick – tock – tick – tock

Breathe
Cabernet in coffee cup, maybe that will help
Easter was good, still full from lunch
Girls watching “Love at First Sight”
Boys downstairs playing “Mortal Combat”

Breathe
Another sip of wine
Sink, relax, see what arises
Soul wants expression

There He is, He likes when I come back out of the busy-ness if only for a while
I am whole again back inside myself
He said I need some structure and this may help
But I don’t like rules and deadlines, I have plenty of them already and some of them are life and death

He laughs, reminding me of that ego thing
The world will somehow function without me for a little while
Tick – tock – tick – tock
Conscious deliberate time with my Soul would be a change
Perhaps it will be better than requiring my Soul to rage and cry to get my mind’s attention

Maybe the writing will not be epic or moving or . . .
Hush, He says laughing at my foolishness
Rest, relax, just Be

Tick – tock – tick . . .

Done