Stream of Thought

Mysterious Ways

I had asked for help regarding my work, car, and life in general.

I had felt stuck in a rut that I could not get out of despite my best efforts – despite continuing to try when I had so little left to give.

The impact knocked me out of all of that and is rearranging everything.

For better hopefully.

I keep striving.

I work in the eye of the storm to ensure whirling elements settle where they best connect to provide ease of flow in the system.

Compositions

The Discussion Pool

The requested assembled shifted restlessly, seated on the hard, creaking bleachers – which I have always thought of these mechanisms as a trip-and-fall liability waiting to happen – so a sense of anxietal irony pervaded the air to me.

Subtle sighs of grateful relief could be low-audibly detected as the participants were invited down onto level ground to sit by groups in solid chairs nestled around large tables offering refreshments and writing implements.

One group for “colliders;” one group for “receivers of impact.”

They then proceeded to share their detailed stories.