after reading this morning’s prompt for liberated lines i was all prepared to post something perfect and pious about what guides me and my touchstones and all that, and then i realized by 1:00 p.m.  i hadn’t slept very much and was fading quickly as the day drew on, and,  i met a friend for breakfast and some really good chatting and was grateful for that, yet my body was still jonesing for more food, and  i hadn’t packed any water and i’m a real water snob, drinking only pencilfox well water, and,  i traded in my like-new jamis bicycle for a trike, welling-up with tears in the store because i am going through a major life change and am surrendering accepting adapting, and  i walked off and left my brand-new carbon REI walking stick who-the-fuck-knew-where and experienced yet another meltdown over that because i violated my cardinal rule of staying present and not multi-tasking, and,  i have changed my food intake drastically and my body seems to be hungry most all the time.
and then i knew my touchstones :: mister jones supports me in my crazyness and life-changes and loves me more than seems imaginable at times. milo ziggy pinto all adore me. i can pause any time i need to, breathing and centering myself. i drive a trusty jeep and she gets me home safely where i can wander pencilfox acres ’til i feel OK about being back inside four walls. once back in the house i am surrounded with so-many-too-many favourite things, rocks and shells and figurines on shelves and windowsills.
[stay tuned for photos of my new tricycle. she’s champagne and has two baskets and she’ll help me safely get back on a cycling routine….]