Silent morse code trailing through the wood
Flower based navigation isn’t very good
Tiny aviators consume up to their brim
And so begins another tale from the Brothers Grimm

The dry grey snow dances in the air
Point to point from here to there
Such beauty masking destructive origin
Choking ourselves and our future margin

Top up the drum fill it brim it
Contain the volume prevent the overflow
Vibration elation ripples abound
Micro thundering toward the horizon

16:41

Following on from my doing > saying mantra, I think there is room for some refinement.

Rather than placing so much pressure on ourselves to do things, and being paralysed by the fear that we may not be able to achieve them, I think we should concentrate on simply trying.

Try new food, try to learn a new skill, try to get fit, try to be healthy, try to be less angry, and so on.

One of many things I am trying is to write more, hence the daily frequency here. I am trying to cultivate a habit of writing. The quantity and the quality are not important to me, the frequency and regularity is.

I am hoping that the increased frequency will aid future quality. The chances of my writing improving are proportional to how often I write.

The the the, the the the, the the-the, the, the
Drumming drumming drumming yeah
With giant hands like oak tree branches
Pounding the roof with bored puzzled glances

15:45

Something I regularly say, but in some cases I don’t regularly heed:

Doing is better than saying.

One of the cases where I don’t heed it is seeing friends and family. I become self-absored in my own immediate family (in many cases rightly so), and “doing” becomes “I must do…”.

I did something about it recently, and made phone calls to all of my siblings. A two minute phone call is better than a three second “I must do”.

Shadows cast bye the forgotten
Mildew mold and somethings rotten
Butt with one switch more no shun
Discovered and touched illumination