NaNoWriMo over, whew!

Thanksgiving Day: it was better than
these pics appear.
By far.
and even that day, wrote my 3000 words.
The old Gurdjieff way:
take an aim.
Discover if you can do it,



Chris' word count
for National November Writing Month,
90,090

the month
of writing
3000 words
a day
for a novel
of sorts
called, Healing Your Life

is over

could crank out some more
words
but love
the symmetry of 90,090
so will call that the official count

now
to rewrite
and tie the many many
loose ends
together

al
al
la
la

enough indoors

too much indoors
today

did finish
to 50,000 words
last night
for NaNoWriMo
and it was hard to go again
today
with lasts nights
superpush

and did it
anyway

now outside

la
la

Too many words

National November Writing Month
continues,
keeping at my 3000 words a day
humph,
getting tired
and exhilirated
all at once

and life isn't words
they can just
point us
out of
the messes
we get into
with our words

toward a hug
or a sunset
or a walk
or a kiss
or a swim
or a pleasant time
in a garden,
puttering
or on a bench

and all the words
to help persuade
us to stop ruining our world,
which has such amazing
grace and balance
as a natural system
and then we have all our roads
and buildings and
machines
all these creatures
who don't poop
food for other creatures
(almost the definition of
natural, weirdly enough:
this quality of pooping out
foor that is useful to some other
species,
bird poop for the soil
and the seed
bear poop
the same,
plant poop
is the oxygen we breathe
our poop
could be of great use
except tons of chemicals
and medical poisons,
and radioactives in it,

but what is the poop
of a car factory?
cars.
and how do they feed the earth?

back to
the simple
walking
talking
reading
writing

even these computers
who will eat them
when we are done with them
how to keep a cycle going
and not an expanding and hidden junkyard

earth as paradise:
the garden principal

earth as junkyard
the stuff principal

oh, well
what do do

something at community center
tomorrow or
next supposed to help us out

who knows

anyway,
at 27.046 words
a lot of stuff
and maybe a little wisdom
and good story
is coming along

whole idea of so many words
in one month:
not enough time
to get too uptight and critical with ourselves

and guess
what:

a great break from writing
and neglecting our hereandnow body
and being in the head
is

desk trainer

as i say at the bottom of my emails

For happier neck, back, hands,
shoulders, brains
try
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ciao
chris

Friday to You, Friday to Me

the sun came
out
and
big baby that I am
i am happier
now that
i am
warmer

National November Writing Month
continues,
la, la
another 3000 words

Someone else doing this
and her reasons it's a useful
deal
at Klosekraft nyc blogchick

a piece of today's

Therapy as hints and suggestions for a little shift here, a little option there. Milton Erickson sending people on hikes up Squaw Peak. To get a larger view. To use their big muscles. The breathe real air and connect with Earth.

“When’s the last time you been to the Overlook Hike, Ronnie?”

“Do I look like I need a camp counselor?”

She waits. The smart ass answer is, ‘Yes,’ and she’s wondering what the answer will be if she slows down, waits and really looks.

Slow down she tells herself.

Slow down, she tells him, inside. Who knows if he is listening. It would be wonderful if he would listen to the quiet secret voice she sends out. Sometimes to clients. Sometimes to friends. Sometimes to troubled and needy folks around the world.

Soldiers in Iraq. Iraqis in Iraq. Women if Africa and the rough cities of America. Hungry children. Species on the verge of extinction, having no idea that they are their kind are about to be the last.

A wish for peace and fairness in the world sweeps over her.

“You look worried and afraid, Ronnie. What can you tell me about what you’d like to have happen today.”

“I want a better Elaine.”

“Can’t do.”

“I want her to shut up with her criticism and blaming and complaining.”

“Can’t do.”

“What the hell can you do?”