I love going for walks by myself. Mind wanders, what would come out in strange dreams has a chance to catch my waking attention...

I realised that I live a lot by intuition. I tend to take unusual actions that don't make immediate sense to those around me but they come to see that my life has a strange way of working out. In a way, I'm building stories. Once in awhile, particularly at the end of an adventure, there is a sense of lull, of waiting for the next adventure to begin, and all the experiences recently accumulated have a chance to stretch their legs in my thoughts. Such was my walk today.

I'm a problem solver by nature. I wonder if I sometimes draw problems to me just so I can be busy solving something, and then it is so easy to let logic creep in and take control. Testing out the obvious first, looking for categories in which to place events. That isn't truth to me. Everything is organic. Life works out best when you don't ask "what is it?" but ask "what do I do with it?" instead.