Remember the old days when government officials went on fact finding missions to exotic locations around the globe. Do they do that any more? Maybe we ran out of facts, possibility.

Anyway I had a fact finding mission to my insides this morning, a talk with my tumors. Sort of like a scan but different. With the scan we are after one sort of information and with my personal investigations something else. Again I get a picture of my tumors as resolute and uncaring for their own future. They have a job to do and they are doing it. I talk to them to find some place of entry but they seem unconcerned. It is almost like talking to myself in some strange way. Or like talking to the negative space that I take up or like the positive end of the magnet talking to the negative end. What to say? It is basically just a very basic primitive grunt of recognition.

Still I am operating with the idea that my cancer is a manifestation of disharmony and not some invasion of weird industrial gunk. I am striving for harmony now. How to be integrated, all parts working together.

It’s what I am thinking about and dealing with this morning, certain ideas are appearing out of the mist. I am going to chew on this today and maybe write more tomorrow. But the day is happening with breaks in the clouds and some sunlight on the trees. Cold here and the wood stove is going nonstop. Time for me to get going. First thing I!m off to Kelly’s shop to help him change the blades on his planer. Alperfect, love, Felipe.