REALITY: This December Month…

…I must find a day job and work my shop in the evenings.  I must forget Santa and gifting and the good baby Jesus and stables with the lowing of cattle.  I must listen to Willie and Waylon and sweet Emmy Lou and not radio carols that tinkle with sleigh silver bells.  I must stop smoking and eat and sleep less.  I must write only good hard solid story.  I must plan to somehow sign up for some learning to keep the fire burning. I must watch listen hear see every person I meet, take them apart and put them together.  I must withdraw yet immerse with selective resolve.  I must examine the past to arrive at the present.  I must read and read and read and play with the software I have sitting on hard drives to explore and learn and produce.  I must in the short time that I have gather as much as I can and seed it back into newly plowed lands.  I must learn to say no to my weakness yet selfishly spend on the soul and for each thing I can’t do for others for now, I must learn to live without two things for myself.  I must live tripletime in each hour every minute to make up to catch up to expand space of mind.  And whatever I learn from retreat I shall write.