frozen moss today in the woods

after all this silence
roar of the imprisoned Elephant heard from the top.
(for real)

this is like touching the sun, too powerful, I could have been torned into pieces, so I was walking around, close to it, for 26 or 260 years.
this month I've almost touched it and I didn't get burned.

it's interesting to be guided by something which is not a feeling nor thought. 

good winter

the second book is out there,
and the transparent woman held my hands for few seconds.

next month - the winter city - looking for the story about language
(some of the books are seasonal, so I have to hurry)

zen

for the first time in two years I see how useful this practice is.
this bowing/chanting/sitting.

this is exactly what I expected from it.

empty your cup, like leo said.

new mantra: trust the next step.

przełęcz boczań

there are a lot of persons (not only people) on the lower levels:

the shaman
(who finally performed the frog's funeral and who listens to all the dead people)
the little blonde girl with her machete
(who wanted to kill the priest named Almond, but then when he was seen for real recently at the miner's funeral, he seemed so small and weak so she didn't)
the monkey who sometimes sits on the left shoulder of myself
(who likes the lake)
the dragon
(on the cliff, protecting [whom?] from the muddy Miyazaki's creatures)
someone's sister-brother-mother-wife
(in connection with their brother-lover-husband-teacher-pony)
the old woman sitting on a cushion
(who doesn't believe in stories but she's the one who decides)

itd.,

są też niższe poziomy ale trudno tam coś ponazywać, bo to są te z twarzami dinozaurów.

wczoraj zapadałam się w śniegu po pas na tym odsłoniętym odcinku na Halę Gąsienicową i niemal słyszałam jak DSSN zadowolony z siebie szepcze mi do ucha: watch your step!

this 'dangerous'  part unparalised me.
of course we can make more stories about the 'future' and wait until we are 'ready' or dead, but it's like watching a movie. I think I'm done with preparations because it just seems like an excuse from seeing that "Future" and "Fear" starts from the same letter.

writing this is obviously a Story&Meaning-making, but it's also kind of training, for one of the new books, the one about the Airport.
one cannot make a book without building a narrative, but has to be careful not to believe in it too much.

this world is really more interesting than all this thin (fat?) kings, the dogs named Emilia, Emalia & Emulsja really existed at the Airport.