Empty to the Wonder...

Folk #1: We've reached Friday over here. It is sort of a "fiction." We have made up these days of the week, and count them down, mark them off the calendar. Since we all do it, these days have their own reality. So, yes, a busy week, happy it's Friday, looking forward to the weekend. Where is my head at this morning? That's my own personal question submitted to myself. It's probably not your question. I am in the "I don't know and I don't have a clue," mode. My head is swirling with sentences like: "I know nothing." "What is it all about?" "What is going on?" "Who the fuck knows?" I suppose it's a way to clear my head. Empty it of preconceived notions, expectations, predictions, judgements, lofty ideas, worries, concerns. Not exactly a blank page or canvas, but maybe leaning towards that state. I wonder. I am filled with wonder. That's about it. Funny, it actually feels good.