Back at the cemetery. Dancing with the dead. Dead on my dance partners. My mind makes that mean so many things. One thing that makes my mind mean is joint pain. I wonder if I will make it to 1000 and one dances? Certainly my dances or click Rodarte Karma is not the way they were a few years ago, jumping off boulders doing flips.
Also in the graveyard I think about the Arabian nights, all the violence that Matthew suggested I include in this account. All of those deaths that I had once or a lot.
And to dance with the cost some stuff Sakina Buckland to Chante Chante Chante chance a prayer for peace. My patience was tested all day yesterday and I failed. Today I will not.