Small change is as important as big change. Small change is getting rained on though, whilst the rest of the world dies from overexposure to the sun. Slightly gorgeous weather yesterday and today so I spent the whole of yesterday hiding and some of today coding. Heading out to lunch in glorious sunshine in a moment, however, so may be found this afternoon asleep under a tree.

I’ve wrapped myself up again in thoughts and decided to hide for now. I shall quietly fiddle with things until I feel safe once more unfettered. It’s not a problem, it’s just growing pains. I have to get this right because if I fall when open it hurts more than it used to. But I recognise I need to do this to satisfy at the very least my own curiosities and those of my fellow compatriots in the strange mind country we inhabit.

Things stagnate and you are trapped between inertia and comfort. Change can be disarming, alarming, somewhat unneeded constantly, until we find we no longer change and have become trapped by our lives. We should swim in this river, not be content to be floated wherever the tide takes us.

Things are thoughts. Ideas. Dreams. Always obscure are my references, but with enough hooks that if you ponder, you’ll arrive.

Ultimately, trust in yourself and the rest will follow. There are none so free as those who recognise the ties that bind them.

I shall fill my life full of joy for the smallest of things. Even sorrow brings joy, even pain brings hunger.