just reading back through this again.
Today I am sitting with a headache again
"trying" to write something that explains why we alter our environment in ways that appear to create comfort but remove freedom. how much of our culture and conditoining supports this direction.

I find myself deeply into resistance again, my writing is no longer fun, it is struggle and isolation rather than playful connection.

This is when it is good to have wise and caring people around me.

Thanks for the nudge my friends :)

true caring carries not up-set - to carry sadness, grief without taking it personally - that would be beautiful, feels like it has been years since I truly felt for another.