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

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
DESKTRAINER via
Try Desk Trainer, free lesson

ciao
chris

For survival, read ferns not books

Good movie
out and about
sonoma,
of course,
getting it a bit later

and fine
by me

called: Into the Wild

young man,
full of hot and hairy fire
off to test himself
see the world

pissed at parents
fine
wants to be a man
fine
see the world
fine
get with nature
fine

twisted a bit
by parents
so what,
who isn't,
and worked up about the mes
of civilzation
fine

likes to work
good
likes people
to a point
good,
and a bit sad,
and

then off to Alaska
and instad of getting to
know the land
got lost
in his books

and starved to death
sleeping indoors.
not laying his head body bones
down each day and night
in the grass
and ferns
and weeds
and letting them
teach him
what to eat
what not

instead of
honest wet
dampness and stars all night
hiding away in
a tin box,
dumb ass,
"escaping" from civilization
and then putting himelf
to jail

not exploring to find
a bridge
a mile and a half up from his place
coulda got him over the river
he let his mind
tell him was trapping
him

shoulda had the place,
the land,
wild and free
and big
explored
for blackberries
and birds
and grubs ten
miles in every direction

shoulda listened
to dreams
and birds
and sky
and earth spirits:
eat this,
don't eat that
come this way,
not that,
sleep now
quiet now
shout now
rest now
run now
tune in to
the wisdom
of the world

looking to books
to teach him
the beneath books
wisdom
and it's all around
him

stay home
and bask
in the library
or go to the wild
and listen to the wild

can't be word
caught and
free
at the same time

even here
on the computer
unless words
wake up the place
beyond
and underneat the words

same old
stuck
stuff

anyway:
boy of the wild,
into the wild
almost

"almost" doesn't cut it

died in the spring
green spring
food all around


fine ideas
and then
didn't learn
from the wild
just went there
and died
dumb asshole

oh, well,
great movie
i'm going to see it again

nano nano NaNoWriMo.orgcontinues
roaring,
unthinking
mainly dialogue
all i know of therapy
and this and that
a lot
on schedule to get to 50,000
by day fifteen
and then double up by day thirty
fun, crazy,
some days i say i can't
and then
pull me
out with
the work
or the mornig pages
or
do feldenkrais
and get the thinking going
without words
it's so great
and so on

love
to anyone
who visits

and even better:
a hint:
now
is always
here

and if words
talk about it
not now
anymore

weird
wild

into that wild
always available

Nothing to Say

Is that true?

Well, once I ask that question,
I recall how wonderful it has been
to have the Work of Byron Katie
as the system I find most human
and useful
for those troubled moments in life
when something doesn't go my way.

Funny about life,
how it hasn't woken up
to it's job
of making everything just so
comfie, comfie,
flattering to my image
for me.

Alas,
of course,
then there's the turn around:
I haven't woken up
to realizing that it's my job
to make this life what i want it
to be.

And what is that?
Happy.
Aware.
Useful to others.
Creative.
Learning.
Useful to nature.
Happy when the yap yap mouth starts yapping.
Aware and awake when the yao yap mouth starts yapping.

ah,
the tongue
organ of taste
organ of speech
organ of conditioning

our mother tongue,
the lie:
these words are reality,
the miracle:
these words can makes sense to other
people
the drag:
these words can tell us what to do
and who we are
and shame and twist us
the glory:
these words
can sometimes be sprung loose
and be used to remind us
of the glory
when we are
quiet
and not in words
but in Reality

what is reality?
who we are without the story,
which brings us back to katie
and to the end of this little entry.

a bit to say
after all.

la,
la