today was definitely “the day”— the softening, hazy threshold of nervous system renewal, of cellular forgiveness.

there were no frenzied cravings, just curious intensity. ghost tension flickering clicks among shoulders, neck. a smiling, tight breath—he knows that today he is a humble cough, but tomorrow he’s the wind.

every breath is proper, every breath is correct, even if it is showing up short, suppressed. its still showing up! i am really enjoying the dance. getting plenty of grace practise.

elective or not, withdrawal teaches poise. this feels luxurious for me lately as i embark on indescribable new projects along the frontiers of phenomenological rewilding!