Everybody's Talking at Me...

Alone this week with the birds (Carla is in New York), to bed early, up early; long sleep, finally caught up after hitting the 'wall of exhaustion' this last weekend.

Yesterday, it was all business, I am convinced the whole enterprise is madness. Endless teleconferences with no connection to any semblance of 'reality.' How many angels can dance on a head of a pin?

I have found a 'new grounding;' I realize all human relations are 'transactions,' exchanges of energy. There's positive and negative energy, and a 'give and take.' Its important to protect oneself from those who are 'on the take.'

Energy makes energy, the tools of the trade: meditation, running, coffee, reading, writing, art, performance, music. This is how to recharge the batteries. To be alone is energizing. The trick is to be alone in the crowd; without angst, without fear, instead, to be alone, knowing that there is no such thing as being alone.