I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals...Me, too, Henry David Thoreau, me too - although our age of barbarism is not over yet. Thoreau was around 28 years old when he wrote this, when he felt this and I am so in awe of him and his way of thinking and being around 170 years ago now. It's great spending time with him.
Taking dad to Hull hospital yesterday to finally get that nasty growth chopped out - and being strongly reminded from different angles of the first section of the Viking Way. Also, meeting Maria, another human being, struggling to be in the world, but so much wanting to find a way.
Getting the Person-Centered Journal through the post was very nice - I like being published, though am reminded that the person who was published was a Bill and not a Billy. Good reminder of changes made. I'm not especially interested in getting published again. I'm not against it, but I think I'd rather spend time with more creative avenues of expression than academic writing...
...once the Doctorate is a Done Doctorate, that is. And I'm pleased at my clear and gentle assertiveness over recent demands on my time to re-engage with the world (at the expense of writing time).
A Kaskade of Komments.
Playing guitar along with the genius John Lennon.
The partial eclipse of the sun (amazing photo by Monsignor Naseem Akram, rights neither offered nor requested - make me take it down ;)
As months will, this seems to have flown like the bird in the picture - away, away, oh dark silhouette - so what's been done? I continue to live in the woods with Mr Thoreau, I proceed apace with deliberate guitar practice and also with the making of the space for writing, including the summary of Freedom to Learn - and also, walking, eating well, and it seems, changing habits I wanted to change, although this, like all, is ongoing, this conscious process of existence, of living fully, authentically, well.