The Last Beautiful Day
The Last Beautiful Day by Fighting Tiger.
Things are finally coming together in my mind. It is like pieces of a puzzle are clicking together and the picture that is appearing is of my identity and my future.
There are still missing pieces and some pieces are grouped together like islands, not connected to the greater puzzle image yet – but things _are_ coming together.
[food, gardening, cooking, eating, sharing, bike riding, politics, meditation, adelaide, other places, friends, writing, design, creation, people in general, work]
I need to write more – a manifesto, a business plan, articles, journal entries. It’s difficult to separate them into discrete pieces as they are essentially part of the same thought and to move forward into this I need clarity of expression.
But it will happen soon.
