The words wrote themselves. Jedi Knight Arya Thorison moved with the force, not my inadequate quickbar engagement. The flow happened.

Then came the Halloween decorating. First, the cat doorbell and autumn wreath fall off the front door. Next, while taking down a toolkit, a bag of seldom used extra tools falls and almost crushed my toes. Then I drop one of the prized decoratives that we bought last year; the damaged spot now bears witness to my shame. The flow before becomes a quagmire.

Then the squall ends. I play my Star Wars MMORPG without incident. After Mira finished seeing her last client of the day, we walk the wooded trails of the Stamford Arboretum.

& the words again write themselves.

wind-stirred leaves

another lesson in

nonduality