Dragged and stuck simultaneously, like a piece of flotsam caught on a stick in a fast flowing river in the swell of flooding.

I am with this ground, this water, this air, I move with and within it, it moves me. Our mutual love balances us, even in times of complexity.

I am more settled in myself. I am able to feel more edges in my life; there is more structure in each day.

I am straddling a line of what i want and what i need. I am learning that i am more self sufficient than i feel. I feel i like to play a mothering role and that role i also resent.

It is hot, and I’m in a rush. I need to peek up some of our family belongings from home. We had to leave it quite sudden.

I exist as if in an endless tide. In and out of my center, in and out of the life force inside me. My navel draws all my light.

I hear and see myself, I listen to myself, I talk to myself.

I feel like being free from doubts and inner nervousness and wrong ambitions. Not free from sorrows. Feeling close to myself. To my center.