Days ticking by. It's wrong to let one pass without feeling it on your skin - the sun, the breeze, the weather. Yesterday, I put in nine or ten hours of tedious work. Nothing strenuous and only "exhausting" in its repetition and its blandness. I should be glad for not having to break rocks for my daily bread. But the need to sleep came upon me early and stayed right up until I had to start work again this morning. This fuzzy drowsy ring around my brain.
It feels like the momentum of change, the energy that was moving me through a new awareness, has waned. Without wind, I'm left to paddle with hands and feet. They call this part the Work.
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