Originally uploaded by madabandon.
I wish I could be like this moss, simply existing on the cracked surface of an old tree. Events would take place, people would come and go, and I would stay, inert, no will or worry or desire or fear.
This has been a very complex week. Each day I have had some kind of difficult situation to deal with, and I feel quite exhausted. Due to my thumb I have not been able to swim, which just makes the stress harder to shrug off. But I must. I must remember detachment. Detachment detachment detachment. But is detachment really possible if I have to convince myself to be detached? Help!
Anyway I don't really have time to pursue these thoughts because there is too much going on with concerts and rehearsals for me to get distracted.