The morning was so sweet. Nothing
to think about, nowhere to go, no
one to be there for. I wake up,
realize nothingness, go back to
sleep. The cat has food, I could
sleep all day if I needed. 

Ravens are partying in the
compost. The gross chicken wings
I tried to cook the next morning
of the party was a feast for
them. It wakes me up.

I'm in a strange rhythm of work
and rest. It works well, although
I don't feel like I'm working a
lot, money is getting in, task
are getting done.

But my energy is low, depleted,
and I like it. 

A text on my phone..

My ex-wife coming in today to
pick up some more stuff. It
doesn't feel good, I don't
want to see her. We're not in
the same reality anymore. Even
my daughter doesn't want to hang
out with her anymore. I am
preparing for an uncomfortable
moment, a forced hug, she will
say something that triggers me.
It'll be weird for a moment. 

I'm hoping to stay in this house
for one more year. A last year of
relation with the land, a whole
winter of work and healing, and
probably partying. Getting ready
by next summer to be mobile, to
be on the road, to move to a new
place. It feels like I'm in a
transition, for some reason.
A relationship that has done its
course, but you stay with it for
a bit longer, as it's more
practical.

Ravens are still wandering
around. More chicken for
them. They are more afraid this
year. I used to hang out with
them more often. Ospreys are
hunting today, this is getting
boring, I guess I need a coffee.