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http://takingsteps.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-hands-dirty.html

apropos indeed. matches loves the internet, he loves humanity, for voicing such things. relevant. bright. full of fire and faith.

just ran. granted only a mile, probably nothing to those runners amongst you, but m is not the cardiovascular-exercise type, and he thinks that's an okay distance for the first time running purposefully since early high-school. funny how you feel, great, and energized, after such a thing. so much different from lifting weights, which makes one sore and sluggish for an hour or so afterwards. he used to get this sensation, this weightlessness, from swimming in california, but he is darkened and dampened (hah~) by the reality of not having a pool in oregon. le sigh.
perhaps he shall take up aikido after all.

he would love to sew his thoughts into the air, but he has been staring at this screen for 20 minutes and nothing has come out. a distracted lull; a dreamy haze. and oddly enough his actual dreams lately have stretched themselves into opposites - tantalizingly tranquil and radiant, beamingly happy. and sometimes rupturing, disjointed, dismal and downtrodden. he should have purchased a dream journal some time ago, but has put it off, and off again. how can one analyze a sensation, without a medium to record it, without some distance to look at it a bit more genuinely? it is so easy to become swathed in the wrappings of the moment. sheik in sandstorm, cuffing a cloak around a face to protect and observe.

feeling eccentric lately~