I left my house in Portland for what i thought was expediency, but in fact stupidity... not mutually exclusive concepts i know... and as a result every morning i do not know where i'm going to sleep the following evening. I also blame that decision for the change in my Face Book status.
But every night I sleep well, tonight will be one of my first nights sleeping alone in some time, it will be in the treehouse. I'm sipping a tea for sleep, and will probably watch a movie on this tablet computer device in a moment.
But I've been weighing getting a tattoo. Since I seem to always make the same errors in judgment I've been thinking that adopting some written rules of conduct, and printing them perminatly on my arm. The idea of coding the rules in picture form is probably not direct enough for me.
Ask
Listen
Write down what was said then repeat it to what ever audance is appropriate...
I know, not as sexy as a flying lion, Kali, or a compass rose...
I'm going to collect my house next week
2 comments:
I know you've moved on long since this post, but remember, home is a state of mind. I hope you don't feel the need for a permanent ink blotch of rules that will only serve to make you feel badly when you fail to heed. There is comfort in a less transient life, and there is discomfort in an anchored life. Anywhere we lay out lines and anchor ourselves the lines become thick with barnacles/ you have to wear thick gloves or build up some gnarly calluses to pull the lines. More than best, Sweet James.
transience ain't about the van. It's state of mind or a defensive stance.
I don't think ink under skin will change that.
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