Strange Man. Strange Days.
Hello subscribers. This is not going to be the post I had planned to write this week. To be honest, I'm not sure what it's going to be even as I'm writing it now. I just felt the need to express, with frank honesty, what's going on in my head. Nothing much. I'm feeling kind of mentally numb, physically washed out, spiritually used up. Like a spent force. This could be down to many things. And mostly I've probably only got myself to blame. I'm telling myself everyday "I must write something", and everyday a sense of utter pointlessness overcomes my usual compulsion to do so. Now don't get me wrong. I'm all good really and I've not given up just yet. Life is still the mysterious adventure it always was and I'm still fascinated by it. But..? I'm so tired, sore, achey. Oh poor me eh? Grateful for the blessings in my life still. The genuine friends and family that still care enough to be there on the end of an email, that still are ready to respond to any cry for help. I'm also still very inspired by the actions of the truly enlightened and brave souls on the mission to end the genocide, and I'm also still utterly mystified and in awe of the perplexing wonders of this world and the mysterious visitors to it that I've encountered and experienced in this strange mysterious magic we call life. I know I've no cause to complain and my life is a privileged one. But I'm taking some time out now. I need to recharge and re-evaluate my motivations and my meanings. And I need to earn some cash. The old fashioned way. With sweat and muscle. I truly do appreciate all of you who give any of your sacred and valuable time to my ramblings. I shall be back in a week or two with more of them. Until then... ....eyes to the stars, funky stuff afoot. ....eyes on the flotilla, keep them safe. .....eyes on your loved ones, your most precious gift. And death to Empire, in all of its horrid and persistent forms! May there be peace, plenty and freedom to the people of Palestine.... ...and all the people of our troubled little world.

I get that too sometimes. Thinking I have to keep writing something or people will forget and become disinterested. Then I tell myself no, they will still be here if I take time off. And then they are!
I felt a bit down today - perhaps it’s the change in the seasons. Grey, wet, windy, cold. I don’t like it.
We are waiting for you with new views on old ideas.