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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\nHard to lean into life right now. My ikigai is faint, a shadow flickering from the last log on the fire. Whether it’s lingering effects of the radiation, the Lupron, or the dismal psychic space of too much stress for too long, my motivation level looks like the bathtub ring on Lake Mead. I can see where it used to be and can’t imagine what will fill up the lake again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The feeling is not despair or depression, rather it’s like I’m witnessing my own life right now. Not a full participant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Fire mitigation entails a lot of manual labor. Which I like. Work with the chain saw. The peavey. Wheel barrows. Lifting, pushing. Moving rock. The heat we’ve had and the weakness I feel in spite of continuing my workouts has made it seem too hard. I can feel the pressure of fall turning into winter pushing back at me, reminding me that this work is seasonal and that season is now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ancientrails, two million words worth, sits in year stacks on a long desk\/table. I got that far, but haven’t done more. The years need to get drilled and put into binders. Superior Wolf, too. I want to revise it, take it apart and put it back together, but when do I do that? I just turn away from the task.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cooking is fun again. I’ve done some painting. My bagel table prep work has gone well. I’m ready. This blog gets written, every morning. I read. Finished Second Empire, the fourth in Isaac Asimov’s Foundation novels. Listening to books on my phone, through blue tooth in the car. I have meals with friends. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\nEven with these though I feel like I’m waiting for something. Something else. Something more. A new pattern of life, a new enthusiasm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The trick is, waiting is wu wei. Sitting beside myself as my life flows on around me. At some point my ikigai will resurface or reform. I know it will. But waiting? Still hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Lughnasa and the Harvest Moon Hard to lean into life right now. My ikigai is faint, a shadow flickering from the last log on the fire. Whether it’s lingering effects of the radiation, the Lupron, or the dismal psychic space of too much stress for too long, my motivation level looks like the bathtub ring … Continue reading Waiting<\/span>