Morningn thoughts.

Patsy Cline - [Strange]--- Livejournal is much more of a transitory, fickle place than i was hoping it would be.

Dreams of death, betrayal, dogs eating scraps, people trying to kill me with trowels, which were also irons.

I have to go to work now. Have a great day.

I open my eyes, and my problems disappear.

Focus is lost in the shuffle of the background noise, but that's something to work on, later. I close my eyes, and i see them all clearly, and I can't hide from myself, inside myself. I like that. I like the feeling it's given me. I've given me. Everything's given me.

I've been meditating, lately. A mixture of Zazen and probem resolution focuses. I'm going over everthing I do, and making sure i know why. Piece by piece. And, right now, it doesn't work, with my eyes open.

Later.