Equinox Spirituality

I signed up to help my uncle at my mother’s behest. His house near the beach was roomy enough, the old sycamores lining the street, white and yellow, gave some shade throughout the summer. The ocean nearby, and the beach full of treasures, shells and scraps, a nice expanse to look out upon, and the wind to hide from with intonations of the ancestral voices that the house foretells. If walking with the sun is enough for the day, the sleep and dream is too much for the night. It was not long before I missed my friends, and the disorder of my uncle left me resentful, and with feelings of unsettledness and confused mind the void and passive disorder propelled me to movement and wreck. I wanted to get away with all my heart, and I thought I could return, I thought I could. Did I take upon myself too much sickness, too much of the void, did I stare too long at the sun? How can I control or balance a self I could not understand that wished to escape its surroundings? How could I reach a true ...

If my mechanic concentrated on customer service as much as he does on sabotage I think his business would be doing much better.

And what of the insight, the view, that tells the job it only wants a hobby. And what of the gratitude through comparison and the end of learning. May I quit? I don't wish to learn anymore. I quit. The only solid thing in the sky is this view, and I have tried to sell it time and time again, but everyone is in the market to sell. The price goes down and down. I find it under a rock, a phosphorescent salamander who tells me his tail, "you know I can lose my tail and it grows back, but no one will buy it" ... The frozen earth and the black black soil under the stone, in winter where do you go? Do you find it difficult in the air? Do you prefer the earth? I tell you, the night is frozen for salamanders. They must have gone south, well past the forest and river bank to the city. Can you find a home there? Do they know you? What will you tell them?