My mother informed me that, if you are keeping tabs of me via my blog, it seems that I have gone off the New Age deep end. Don't worry, I'm still here. I am still able, despite the last few posts, to speak in specifics rather than spiritual generalizations. But sometimes doesn't it feel good to indulge the big language? Perhaps that is the next task: to construct my own metaphors that accurately relay the immense melting goodness that I can see when I'm looking at the world through a blind truster's monocle.
There is something vaguely threatening about all this. Water tensing at the edge of a table.