bullsigh

the center cannot hold. i think that is a line from a william stafford poem, i am going to have to track it down. my center feels all stretched and splayed, like it is a fibrous membrane where it once was solid

how to find my center again. i hadn't thought i'd wandered so far off that i'd lost sight of everything that grounds me, but i think i have.

nursing some fairly serious wounds at the moment. but all ends well.
how does it?
i don't know.
it's a mystery.