The Rice Will Be Ready

notes from (the future)

Hey,

I woke up today and felt like I needed to write something here. Something unplanned and straight from what I’ve been feeling. It’s my 10th day of covid isolation and you could say I am losing my mind. But, as I checked the date today and realized this was the exact day I launched my Substack last year, I know that somewhere within me something divine is operating.

I want to share with you this passage I wrote. It’s about waiting.

Cross your fingers I’ll be negative soon.

And thank you for being on this journey with me.

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I can't just run and escape it all can I. I can’t outrun the narrative that must be dealt with. I’m tired of waiting for my life to start and being in this reception room. I know life can start right here in this instance and in fact it already has. Must all of my life be lived by the striking of the page? I just want someone to hold and squeeze the life out of me so that it pours all around us. I’m tired of heaving this energy myself. I’m ready to connect and attach but not permanently, just in moments. To feel our cells connect and kiss. This waiting room period of my life must be terminated but I’m afraid there is no terminating of the duration of fate. We must wait as we wait but not idle our hands as we do so.

When will my rice be ready? The rice is something to wait for. But, as it cooks do not rush it and stand impatiently over it like a crooked shadow. Go make use of yourself and make yourself worth something for the rice. Meet the rice in a state as excellent as it will meet you. Let it touch your tongue in unison. Let that be your attachment. Meeting your fate when you are ready for it. Meeting what is grand and inescapable when you yourself are as well.

Ah, well, that’s it isn’t it? I am preparing myself for this grandeur.

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Happy 2022

xxx