Good grief, what was that?

How blessed we are to be alive.
The only thing I keep remembering is that I keep forgetting that.
OHHHH the irony of it.

Is it about you, me or the space? It's all about me, ducky, of course!

How much pain I cause myself just by the way I think. I think things are real, then act as if they are, reinforce what I think is real, those things appear to be that way all the time and then it and I get rigid...particularly across the shoulders and neck.

What if we are the key to peace.

How can things be peaceful if I am not peaceful? If the only thing over which I imagine I have control is me - how about I start building peace from within?

That's my work.

With love

J
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