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I failed myself these past five weeks. No real writing. Few Daily Woodland Zen Walks. Tied no flies for the upcoming fishing season…
To say I was busy last month would be a massive understatement. In fact, I was busier than a one-legged man at an ass-kicking convention. Or perhaps it was the universe ass-kicking me - with my permission, of course, as I can’t blame anyone but myself. Really.
Lately, my weeks have been full of obligations: many fun, many not so fun, but all allowed by me. I gave up most of my humanness - those creative and contemplative aspects of humankind that separate us from almost every other species. Instead, I became like a squirrel burying nuts and avoiding traffic most days - in short, I was a utilitarian task machine.
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