Water...

The glance backward...he looks back.  Even in this space of "finding water"...the ebb and the flow of thought.  The seeping to the gushing, even roaring and thundering flows of thought. To create to day, in this moment which will add up to today....  Coffee, computer, lentil breakfast (kinda strange, but it was easy and quick and plus, seems like its the food of the souls of at least some thinkers any-who, and it is absolutely sad if you know with whom this author so arrogantly makes comparison).... continuing on....thinking about the silence here on this space.   Maybe over a year? The ebb and flow of life.  Some days and weeks, the bin has overflowed with the accumulated trash of life.  There is no energy to move that mountain.  Sometimes, life is like this. The writer has been engaged with perhaps the largest life-task to date.  There has been writing elsewhere.  On paper (his favorite).  Closed Facebook groups.  Lots of personal texts.  Some emails.  NO lack of words.   T