Swish, swash, around and around.
Life is lived in a washing machine.
This way we go and that way, too.
Circle until we stop
Never going onto
The next swish, swash.
Meander 2 - Pasts - The above poem made me think of what the past has been like and I fear we are living in a washing machine. We repeat the problems of the past and though they don't seem like the same problems at their root they are. They have just taken on a new slant. I often wonder why people can't let go of the past. They will cling to ideas and prejudices they have held so long they don't understand why these feelings cropped up in the first place. The real problem is that everyone is living in that washing machine going around and around until they stop. When they stop, they are no longer.
Meander 3 - Writing - Moving along and hopefully I'll have this book done in time for the deadline. I've started on the CAF and in some ways this is easy and other ways hard. Must get to work and meander longer when the book is ready to go.