A Logbook Towards a Specific Goal

Skeleton Keys

Morning Thoughts

There is a certain wonder to this time between Christmas and New Year — where your life is suspended, and things are caught between time.

Nothing allows you to hear your purpose more than to let it go awhile. What comes up in the space?

We remembered that during the pandemic and lost the realization as quickly as it arrived. Funny, the fleetingness of insight. How one moment you get it, as if you’ve finally solved the riddle and then, the next, puff, evaporates.

That’s why you write.
To concretise yesterday’s realisations, even better today’s.
You must tussle with the mystery.
Dare you?