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On the trail of the affordable housing unit. Turns out, I probably have to stay in my current city. Otherwise, I'll have to establish residency before I can apply for a unit in another city. Either that or get a job in that city. Nuances and subtle rules.

Did get a listing of places here in the current location. More than I thought although quite a few are section 8 units. That's another trip--getting listed for section 8 housing. With luck, I may be able to find a place that's affordable and a straight deal. Has to be something out there somewhere, someplace. But if not, I have to get really organized and go after the affordable units methodically. Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we seek a rent reprieve.

Finished a second book on Qigong. It, like the first one, was more of an exposure to the discipline as viewed through a cultural/political lens. Not much focus on the actual exercises except to outline a few of them briefly. Would require a leap of intellect and skill to work out a program based on the sketches provided. Have to get to classes and learn kinesthetically.

Dreams last night about a group of us taking a trip. We were a working group who were involved in some coding project. We were taken on vacation to a large city where we saw exhibits and went through museums and such. The group was mostly men except for a couple of really young guys. The young men were anxious to get back to the work place and get on with the coding project. The older men were happy for the break and a chance to relax. There were some sexual overtones to the dreams involving the older and younger men.

A second stage of the dream was back at a laboratory. Our group were going to be integrated with a team of clerks--mostly women. There were all kinds of logistics problems with the integration. If we all were put in the same space we wouldn't have enough desks or computers. The managers were trying to work this issue out. We sat around doing nothing while they pondered and proposed solutions. At one point, I stood up and made some suggestions for ways to combine the teams and have enough work room and equipment. Everyone listened to what I had to say, but nothing was done about it. I awoke with the dream unresolved.

Aside from my reading and doing some research today, it's been a rather slow day. I finally managed to grab a brunch/lunch--a huge taco salad, which was quite tasty and a dark chocolate brownie with nuts--yum!

I went too long before eating so got buzzy and fuzzy. Meant to get up earlier and have a good breakfast before attacking the housing citadels, but intention became diffused and undirected. Went with the flow--and got where I got, when I got it. Marvelous! The miracle of mushy mental states.

Listened to some of an interview with a writer on NPR. He said something about his not being able to not write. The compulsive aspect of what he produces. I too have that compulsion, but it's directed here for now--and my star-thrower.blogspot.com site. No solid framework for the results, no clear repository.

With stillness, I begin to see faint outlines of some writing possibilities. Like the housing issue, I need to begin to organize making forays into those realms--pick some likely things to be writing about and begin the begin.

The gardener is here now, watering the plant jungle that I am living within. My days are long and filled with silences now. If I don't make an effort to contact anyone, nothing is heard, but the songs of the birds. Silence and stillness--a feast of unwavering quiet. Helps with the healing, but doesn't foster a lot of initiative or directed effort.

I've now produced hundreds of pages during the past few months. Even more if I look back over the years of journal debris that I've produced. Themes and dreams, they've covered the slow erosion of my thoughts, the banter of my soul. But like today's writer on the radio, there is always the question of what has been produced that has had any meaning, that has been of value. The bigger question is what do I plan to do from here forward that addresses that default.

I have plans, I have plans. And I'll know what lands when I see the sands marked with tiny feet. So off to dance class tonight. Been a few weeks respite from the learning circles, but time to attend once again. Let there be dancing for everyone!