From the forest itself, comes the handle for the ax

The dreams get stranger and stranger. One involved being dunked into the ocean (I think) by some platform with a bunch of other people with a cage in the center of us. There were about 4 or 5 of us, and we would stare at each other once we were under water. The other one involved walking towards San Diego on a super long sidewalk that stretched for miles along the Pacific coast, but didn't angle up or down. Whatever rocks or obstacles that were there simply cut into the sidewalk and you had to figure out some way to get around them. I remember I kept thinking I had to stay off the edge, or else I would fall into the ocean.

I've finally got around to getting my maintenance for my car. It's a wonder how much you can push something without it breaking on you suddenly. I've put just about 50,000 miles on it in less than 4 years. And yet I can't get myself to justify spending any more money on it than absolutely necessary. I guess it does make sense after all.

Set it free. I've been on a spiritual tip these past few days. Lent really triggered something this time. Lots of things going on. It's a little overwhelming, but exciting.

Patterns engraved not so easily erased, still wandering trying to find your place

ashes to ashes

Back home again. It's hard to say where the time goes. I get tired easily, but it's better than not having a reason to be tired.

dust to dust

It strikes me as odd, why wisdom teeth are named that way, if they cause you pain when they come in. If this was the reason, I can't find a reason to dispute the appropriateness of this. My pants are covered in chalk dust and the rain wasn't enough to wash any of it way, but it coated the streets, leaving me to admire the linearity of the reflections of street signals. Strange, as the light moves in waves yet continues in a line, only to change course when it strikes something.

It struck me...

I had a dream that I was really upset at something (I don't remember what it was), so I cut all my hair down to maybe two inches. When I looked in the mirror, I got mad because I didn't really want to cut my hair (I didn't think about it when it happened), so I shaved it all off.

Man, that mountain really kicked my ass. I can't sit up too long, or my bruises start to throb.

I'll conquer it yet.