I've been amazed with the intense ups and downs of emotion that I've been experiencing the last several months. At the highest of high moments, I feel as though the world had become suddenly transparent, all complications melt away, barriers to change crumble as I can effortlessly jump up to a new plane of existence. At the low moments, the bad old things not only re-emerge but do so with a haunting vigorous condemnation; I then feel all-too-limited and frail. This morning, I'm learning to move ahead with a quieter contentment that is sober and resolute.

In the past, I have found writing very early in the morning to be a very productive and rewarding discipline. I've been spending time far away from such a habit but decided last night to attempt a return this morning. So here I am, trying to write. Surprising revelation: nothing comes immediately!