Life With Sirius
Crystal clear sunshine, a neighbor's Spanish music and memories of a warmer place. A fast-paced decan, the right hand back in rhythm, and time as one more story we make up.
Life with Sirius March 12 2026
Floating above heavens, blue skies, crystal clear sunshine. Our star is beautiful indeed. The warmth melts everything on my body and relaxes me beyond any feeling I could have. And it's healthy to be out of doors breath fresh air hear the birds and the beautiful soft music from a neighbor, Spanish in that one brings me directly back to some of my favorite memories of [redacted] where it was also sunny and warm and if I closed my eyes and imagined there was not much difference. Here there are occasionally yard workers and it is not as colorful as it is in [redacted] where you also have people selling food and fruit from a moving cart or even something human pulled or animal drawn if not engine powered and delivering the goods which we don't have that here and they probably do it at night too. And the sounds of the workers and people who build and the artisanal sound of hammers, ladders, painters chatting and quietly working on something of beauty. A breath and to slow for a moment this decan has been fast paced and I also can set the balance and prioritization of time and tasks to fit the reference spec.
and even later that day
And now with panache and flow right proceeds ahead in dance able to keep up with rolling mind and go directly to paper skipping observer entirely merely acting as servant vessel to record stray thoughts of being stray thoughts all around and no time to be found for time itself is not real and made up as all of stories. It's all made up when it comes down to it and that's okay that's rich human stuff that's transmutation of emotion. That is the power of the pen and the power of energy. The power of the stars in humans.
Later that day ↓
And with arm as my friend I write and realize the tightness of breath directly connected with muscle. But well aware that in the beginning as we learn the memory unsure muscles of the earlier and focus needed for a fiercely controlled exacting operation And my hand a loose implement for gathering thoughts and capturing emotion into story, they composed of letters and words and learning to write with new muscles, and limitations and constraints.
Related Explorations
- Back at It With Left - The entry before this one in the notebook.
- The Ides of March - The next entry in the notebook.
- Sirius (The Decan Log) - The decan this entry was written in.
