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  • I haven't tried this in a long time, but since we're just hanging out by the pool today, I figured let me try posting a story from my IPhone today. I haven't been posting stories all week, because I've been relaxing and enjoying vacation. Okay, I have posted some poems and a story on AllPoetry (AP), but that's different. That, for me, is more like when people do crossword puzzles or Roduku and stuff like that. I don't do puzzles or Roduku or any of that stuff - AP has contests with poetry prompts, and I write to the prompts, there. Just keeps me busy writing, so I don't lose my edge.

    We're staying at the Wilderness Lodge here in Disney World. Yesterday, we spent the day at the Animal Kingdom park, looking lions, and tigers, and muntjak, and meercats, and giant fruit bats, and gorillas, kangaroos, among lots of other animals, there. It was wild.

    Today, we're at that sweet midweek spot where we're so relaxed we don't care about much of anything. It was warm enough to do a pool day, so that's what we're doing. Just hanging by the pool, reading, swimming, soaking in the jacuzzi, enjoying the nothing of it all.
  • In the spirit of my "Year to Live" exercise that I'm doing again again this year, I've been savoring every moment, even - maybe especially - the nothing moments. I've been working on softening the belly and opening my heart to the experience. I kind of blew that part of the exercise off the last time I did it. I just couldn't quite get there, then. I'm giving it a shot, this go-round. Stephen Levine considers it important, so I'm going along with it. It doesn't mean I have to like it - maybe I'll learn to like it. I'm used to toughening up the belly. Softening it goes against my instinctive nature. But, then again, so did getting sober when, as an alcoholic and a drug addict, I really just wanted to get loaded. We do what's uncomfortable, until it becomes comfortable. Then, we try something else that makes us uncomfortable. It's called, how we grow, right?
  • I haven't been thinking much about the world back home all week, or the politics, or any of that nonsense that's trying to claim to be the new reality. Today, this fantasy wilderness is my reality. It'll do, just for today. I'm softening my belly, and opening my heart, to it. We have reservations at Artist's Pointe tonight, the fine dining restaurant here in the Lodge. I suspect that will help soften my belly even more! I think we're warming up to the whole idea.

    Hey, this worked - I actually posted a story, with pictures and everything, from my IPhone. It's been years since I could do that. Maybe things really are getting better 'round here. I could warm up to that idea, too!
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