These four walls, they were close, in a way that alternately prevented vision and allowed the most prescient discoveries. And so it is the former today, she realized, and she abandoned her guitar for a bicycle, set out in the chill of the morning for something and nothing.
How to find the focus to do what needed to be done, and how to find the patience! The doubts weighed heavy around her, and disturbed her concentration with their whispers, no, their shouts. This whole muddy life could be lost to those doubts, she knew, and yet. The discipline to filter the water, every moment, every moment! To watch and notice, to allow and yet transform, this was the work of living, yes, of course, and yet.
She glanced at her watch. 8:15 and she was already exhausted from these mind games.
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