We are three weeks into the new year. Plans have been made, goals set, folks I know are headed toward some fixed point on their mental map. Me, I don't know.
Yesterday, the new President headed off to work as soon as he'd been sworn in to office. I fiddled with a painting, made greens and mashed potatoes, watched the last season of Alias on dvd.
We've cruised through Capricorn, crossed over into Aquarius. Time passes, and more time. And still, when I ask myself for a plan, the only answer I have is the one I imagine the cat who prowls my back yard might offer.
Where are you going?
What are you doing?