Sometimes churning for future events becomes overwhelming. Had a semi-comatose day of being overwhelmed, and spent the day in and out of this world, encountering the snake who spoke to me from a corner of the dark cold room, and doing everything except the thing that needs to go out to other people. Now I sit to focus and dispatch that task.
Today's slice: resolving to be the attentive gatekeeper who allows only quality material to pass outside. Exhausting but gratifying work to see a better product after running it through coarse then finer sieves of scrutiny. Much sleep has been lost and the mental state is sharp - on edge, more likely. I remind myself to respond slowly so that I don't alarm others around me.
Meanwhile the garden does not wait and has been moving at its own pace. Daily progress appears slow but now I need to begin and finish a preparatory task before reaping and using material that comes only once a year. How many more "once a year" events will come to me? There is much to do with fewer seasons of time.
A stranger (yet who seemed familiar to me) seeking reception dropped in last week, and I said I would learn and carry her information for her. Don't know why I obligated myself but this seems to be something I can do. Will not forget the relieved look in her eyes as she recognized some affinity and mutual trust between us after I made the commitment. Later in the week another visitor dropped by after a long absence, seeking some type of re-connection. Interesting that what was said reflected their version of the past that was very different from what I thought was happening at the time.