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Went to the chiropractor this morning. They did an exam (with that device that measures muscle tension) and I was not as well aligned as I was in the last exam. Wasn't out by that much, but overall I was in more tension. Oh, well! Hoped for a better set of readings--points out I need to be doing some yoga daily in addition to the Qigong. There are stretches and extensions that yoga does a better job of handling. Yoga, Qigong and dance--keep on moving.

Dreamed last night of being on an offroad bicycle trail. I had made it up to a staging area near the top of a large hill. I turned around and started back down. It was really steep and treacherous. There were heavily rutted paths that were filled with big pieces of rock. If I was moving fast, I couldn't control the front wheel. It would bounce and twist as it hit the rocks and debris. So I had to slow way down and navigate carefully.

I came to a juncture where the choices were to take a side route that was a lot slower, but safe, take a really steep route that was totally suicidal, or (get this) run straight off the cliff and jump over to a huge tree and climb down from there. To latch onto the tree required that the jumper wear a pair of gloves that were studded with spikes. The rider was supposed to smash the spikes into the tree to provide purchase as the biker climbed down the tree.

There was a rider who had just made the jump and was hanging by the spikes fairly far from the ground. He started to loosen one hand to start down the tree and his other hand lost its grip. He slid down the trunk of the tree using his spikes as brakes. He survived, but barely.

I decided to not try the jump and spike program. Instead, I went back up the hill and rode across the meadow to a gate. They were letting riders though the gate, which connected to a street in what looked like a small town. People were lined up along the sidewalks as if a parade was about to begin. In fact, a parade was scheduled and that's why they had the gate closed and were metering bicyclists onto the street. I learned that when the parade started we'd have to clear the street.

I rode up and down the street several times and then awoke before the parade arrived. In this dream, I could feel the effort required to pedal the bicycle and navigate the offroad terrain. It was a very physical dream even though it was quite detailed and visual.
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Still reading my way through the book of short stories by Oates. Although she's quite different than Munro, there are similarities as well. They make a formidable pair of writers. Both have an incredible eye for detail and characterization. And there stories are so well formulated and delivered.

I'm still writhing along--reading, journaling, exercising, dancing, sleeping, and eating--to round out my "ing" life. Doing everything but writing. But, I'll not go there always again. Time to shift, to lunge, to jump off that cliff and cling by my hands (spikes) to the large tree. Yes, time for annoyances to disappear and creativity to emerge. More than time--past time.

Days are starting to mush together. There are no clear beginnings or ends, just events that flow into and away from each other--that don't converge, but diverge instead. It's like looking at a tree full of birds. They are everywhere, but always changing places. Same birds, but different arrangements, different patterns. Can't tell which bird is first, last or in any order.

Inadequately described, that's my current experience. Or so I believe it to be. It may be otherwise, but I can't tell the difference. Mush is mush, no matter what the form or metaphor.

The calendrical contortions draw near. Events will happen quickly, now that the plans are made and the messages sent. I await the sound of clocks chiming out the hours. Perhaps incorrectly counted, but still an alerting, a sounding outward to awaken the sleeping senses.

Who knows where the werewolf goes when he finds his fingers and touches his toes? Alliterative but silly. Arrgh! The gardeners arrive! Time to escape into the outer worlds.