Times of transition...I feel - just a gut feeling - that one phase is ending for me, starting to roll into something else.
Of course a big part of that is the end of my relationship with Cathy,
but more than that, now I think I will start to see the fruition of the
career shift into shiatsu, with my work with The Well; now my karate
program is established, if not yet thriving; now I have changed my
relationship with place, become a traveler, "always roaming with a hungry
heart." Of course the whole balancing and self-knowledge from acupuncture
and my study and practice of shiatsu. Now the book is underway, starting to
gel - which means my ideas of a whole approach to life, a whole philosophy,
are starting to crystallize.
Settling back into my house - and that's another transition, the work
I'm having done, the apartment that will effectively downsize my house -
after Starwood, and FSG, and Japan, after a string of travel. Settling down
knowing I will be hitting the road again - though until the tournament in
November it's just a weekend here (beach training), a weekend there (AOBTA
conference in Boston), maybe try to hit one of the events up a Four
A line running though my head, maybe the first line of a novel someday:
"Every superhero needs a secret headquarters."
I'm at the Brewer's Art now, heading over to Grand Central shortly to
met up with Chris, who's moved back from Las Vegas. Not as interesting a
meeting as I might hope it could be, since she's with her boyfriend, but
still good to see her. Still though, a bit of a theme lately, seeing
Szeretett and Meechi and Emily at Starwood, enjoying a bit of time with
Hmmmm...paradoxical pull of past paramours. Pleasant panacea of physical
love, is it just placebo? Problems probably can't be solved by phallic
interludes..but pleasant to try, eh?