falling

morning. about the start teaching. it is Fall. there are those teaching feelings and Fall feelings. something about to happen. potential energies, stored from the summer Sun. to carry into the Winter. (oh, don’t use that word yet, wait until it is in-your-face, blasting the face, eyes to tears) later that same day. later. later. dinner in the flat with a crowd of folks. I escape to get some work done, but there is no real space or time for concentration. before, earlier in the evening, I wander around Trondheim, soaking up the energy of the Cathedral, in its silent presence. and try to figure out what course of action to take. stuck at a totally diverging point. with the progress of life so far. for the first time seeing the reverberations of past mistakes big and small coming back to shake in my ears and inject a plethora of negative and positive options that only confuses me. clear small voices are not so much heard. and there is no end to this.