Working, Towards a Goal

The goal I have now is to survive the cold winter that is coming AND figure out how to make money.
I have a great job But cant receive money until the bureaucratic system is happy with dissecting my degree.

The frost has come the night stays long, the wind rips and no more summers song, The migration is happening and I feel like going too, South is beckoning and the seas of Blue.
land locked and cold and nothing to harvest makes me feel a fright
Long Autumn freshness, so fine divine, yet the summer ripêness so far behind.

Feel positive and stay warm and keep your eyes peeled for sometimes the sun chooses to shine just where we least expect to see it.

golden tawny auburn copper leaves, leave the trees and create a smell, special to this season of Autumn.
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Crumpet said…

No moving on - no going south - suck it up and enjoy the changing season. Work - work - work.
Crumpet

October 16, 2009 at 12:32:00 AM GMT+2

I am Teaching and they love me..

Ok, so the rivers of Earth Were formed from large collections of rain from many many clouds after the great fireball earth cooled, millions of years ago, and it took man a mere 5000 years to putrefy them.. nice work man........ ok Yep my new job is great. I live doing something productive. the slow pace of settled India is to slow, I went on a walk with some elder women in my home upstairs, they take one step then the next and so on and I usually wait for the 12th step before I take my first one.. SLOW man I MEAN SLOW...its interesting for me.. I am a running dashing dancing prancer,, I can really move it... hah ha.. so this new speed of life .. I am glad I am a visitor.. any whoo.. blessing and peace. Auntie

wake up and smell the coffee

Cold winds a blowin, sing songs a howlin. The weather is raw the weather is king. Shorter days knocking at the door. remembrances of yesteryear, the good old days, realizing they are permanently gone and that it will never be the same state again. Its a hard world to swallow sometimes, and especially as the time progresses and with that the expectations of adaption and evolution are ever present.. But it's easier to reflect than pro actively predict.! I am faced with the harsh reality that the place in the world that I am from , the magical all possible place that I come from is vanishing, slipping away and turning into a place of sour milk and no longer that rich golden land of milk and honey...... no dwelling but really dwelling. that is the state I sit in. the longing and desperation of knowing exactly how things would turn out. its gone its gone so gone gone gone... not hopeless just placeless spaceless danceless joyless empty outta wack adaptive acceptance

UP North: made it from a 35 hour train ride, AGRA

Well I thought I was going to go to south India exclusively but, here I am In Agra. the Taj Mahal was A delight. I was sad and Calm and Amazed the environment is a host for so many world travelers.. many peoples and many culture rise to the occasion for a majestic viewing what a place.. I am glad SO GLAD I made it up here.. I am suppose to be 3000 kl south of here meeting up for the weeding party but >. WELL Plans change in INDIA... oh boy do they. I will be heading to Delhi tomorrow, and the Rajstan. But Dack to Cochi for the wedding in a flash.. Heres my advise: When you think your reality is as good as it gets.. try taking a different seat on the train or the bus and a whole new wolrds pops into view.. ALL MY Love and Peace... happy christmastime.. YOURS MELI

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