The physical stresses of the past year are beginning to ease. Even a sprained back can't hide the fact that I now feel my hands and feet. Still rather numb and tingly, but they are there again. There were times in the summer when there was simply Nobody Home at the ends of my limbs.
And once again, my mind is turning to the Infinite: this body that has a tenuous hold on the present surely can't last forever. And what is Forever, anyway, if all times we experience as ongoing, "flowing like a river," are simply the Now? When the Now is no longer ours, and the body that hold us to it is gone, then Forever becomes the Infinite Now.
So where is all this gobble-de-gook leading us, dearest reader?
Nowhere in particular on this Planet.
It's time to return to writing. My brain is finally healing. I have reviewed my previous attempts at the new book and have even culled out a brief chapter. You can read it here, before I delete it Forever.
This chapter actually led to a nicer one, featuring a certain bountifully gorgeous Diva. Anyone who knows Diva will recognize here when I finally release the book.
Let the writing begin again!