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Speak No Words.
No word yet on the Kaisha job. The siege is a hopeful one however, and all the recent dreams have been about independence, moving on, what to take and what to leave behind... Otherwise, it's been an uneventful week. A settling week. A settled week. In between being made crazy by Japanese adjectives, that is. A dream about Mitch a few nights ago in which I leaned very gently into him while he held me. We didn't kiss, although he turned his face down into mine. Sub gig interview tomorrow and shopping today for a sub gig interview outfit. Okay, well, a skirt anyway. It's a cute, long black skirt with tan and pink roses on it. It looks better than it sounds, and it was used, so it was hellishly cheap to boot (<$5). That makes me happy. Nia last night. Yoga tomorrow. Walking. Lots of stranger interaction on a long walk yesterday. Interactions with strangers, I mean. I felt good. I still feel good, if fractionated (into what?) I am still grateful. I am grateful for coffee, for Judi, for Katy the Nia Goddess. I am grateful for Max, for Griffin, for Marsha, for Tom G. I am grateful. I am grateful for Frida, for Fridays, for words and no words. I am grateful for Suzuki Roshi who said, "Speak no words. Do no doing."
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