I’m jumping. But it’s a secret. I mentioned that clutter around is clutter within. I meditated on clutter. I must meditate to understand. Meditation is medicinal. I do everything meditatively except meditation. Ha.
It’s no joke. Laughing all the way to the casket. I’m not ready to lift up. I’m not prepared to lighten. Fickle flinching filers failing philosophy futilely.
I filed, almost. I flitted. I dreamed of filing. That was my meditation. I did all but file. I redistributed.