diana becoming

Ah, the extra oxygen of deep breathing. Ah, the moments of quiet solitude. Ah, the groove of life.
That's how it's feeling. We're having an amazing time on the road. I don't wanna go home to the drudgery of that life. How freaking sad is that. Sad enough to kick my ass into inertia. This extra time of practice, of moving and doing and being active, is intended to do just that. One twin can't wait to get home and sit without a steering wheel and suck up the DVR; One twin wants to drag the other all over the apartment, boxing and sorting and collecting and honoring all of our belongings, as we move to this next phase of the adventure. As both twins are monkeys, this could lead to some crazy chattering in this mind of mine. 'cept I'm breathing. Oxygen tends to quiet the mangy little beasts. some of them anyway :)
There's my visual folks. I'll have none of that nonsense. No time to see, hear or speak judgment. I'm rollin' with it and it feels good. It shall continue to feel good and continue to roll. It's what I do and it's who I am. Amen.