things I pay attention to are the things that grow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I am taking the time. I have not given in the time. The lockdown took me on strange paths, old programming and I hid. I was not the only one who went very primal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I didn’t feel like I could be alone with my thoughts. The thoughts had monsters. the greek chorus of the news screamed warnings of monsters…or maybe the news was the monster<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I couldn’t hear myself think. I didn’t want to hear myself think. So I slammed the door and took it somewhere else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want my thoughts back. I miss the beautiful stories and words I remember creating so easily. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
maybe that ease is a false memory. Maybe it was harder than I rememver<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but I did create. I am tracing bak to find my old tools and habits<\/p>\n\n\n\n
this is one. making the time to think<\/p>\n\n\n\n
MY<\/p>\n\n\n\n
thoughts<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I want to share them too, but I have to have them again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hello wonderblog my old freind. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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