Morning Thoughts!

Cirque du Soleil was wonderful. I loved the angels, imagination
and

atmosphere created through a passionate flow of fun, energy, and

stretching of physical bounds. I am held by balloons.



Today I noticed my free-flow writing was about tears, in a
positive

way, tears just waiting to fall, like the autumn leaves. They
need to

choose their time, or their time is chosen, but I cannot make
them come

until they are ready, and I feel them gathering there, behind my

eyes.  Actually now, I
have the image of them gathered like actors

and actresses, waiting to come onto a huge stage, and perform.  I smile.

I am feeling a bit sobered by what is ahead. I have been able to
drink

coffee the last three days, and though it is a small thing, I
realize

how much I do enjoy my morning coffee, and it feels odd to know
that it

is here for three more days, and, then, I go in and do something
to

bring back the impossibility of that for awhile. Perhaps, also,
the

truth of losing my hair is hitting more strongly as the days
metronome

more closely to the time. I am very attached to my new haircut,
and so,

now, having to let hair go again is feeling a bit hard.  Vanity reigns.  : )

 Anyway, I feel pretty well, and there is a well of tears waiting
to be

drawn up and released. And so it is!   Perhaps it is always, or almost always,

(a nod to Mudita) so.