During any transition, there are days that don’t fit right, days filled with restless energy that rattle the wishbone and scour the brainpan. My morning pages were filled with the images from a nightmare in which I lost my prized possessions and when I tried to retrieve them, could only carry one at a time.
My subconscious has never been terribly subtle.
Job hunting stressed me out a bit so I did some origami tonight to relax. I chose the lotus flower I failed the last time. This black-and-white paper is not the paper I should be using to practice with, but I love the patterns.
Writing from: sickbed central in Marin. Listening to: warm air coming up through the vent, right before Zen goes to sit on it.