Digesting a book about human's need for stories, midway upon that journey. Many hours spent stationary coupled with 6 degree weather makes life incredibly small. Funny that all the ice will predictably melt tomorrow in the late afternoon sun and risen temperatures.
I am making headway on my first project, the rice paper experiment. Rid of daily anxiety, I am fighting to know a new kind of fuel. It is strange to not be prodded by my deep fears, and instead lead by immense love. Love moves me to many things, including basking in a chair or sleeping hours at night. Fear made me block these things out, so I could keep work work working.
Plan B is taking the form of lists on white legal pad paper, highlighters and sparing post-its. It is a limbo for months to live in, unfortunately.