The home house
What is it you call home, is it this house? Perhaps that pithy misery about a house not being a home has a good heart in wanting us to think about the people in your family who make you feel at home, that they are your home bit the house, really, as an investment by everyone little by little, it is the nature of a social creature to make the house a home. And to be honest, I go many days forgetting that this house is not my home, but as I have no other it will have to do.
Oh my idle hands, were that the devil would come to give them a task, some light work that is bound to be evil. But I hope the work the devil brings me is devious and underhanded and not angry. It is so simple to be angry, there is nothing complex about it, just a base animal aggression towards some dim-witted idea. Or maybe the devil not longer watches and these idle hands are simply waiting for aspiration, at which point they will whirr like a whirlybird.
March 24
March is here today and today is the first step in my march towards a more Zen...
