Good Grief 98

Who knows where the roots of things lie, what they feed in to, what they feed off, where they begin, where they connect, what they twist round ...
Today I walked briskly to get the circulation going again after getting a teeny bit chilled ... I needed to re-connect with fingers and toes. After my crash (see previous blip) I was bored with the tedium of feeling like I'm living in a game of snakes and ladders with mostly snakes - constantly slipping backwards. It was such a defined crash though this time and I found myself interested in that fact at least. And I wondered about the root ... what is that snaky root that sends me back to the same place time and time again. I have some sense of its origins now I think. I believe it is largely pre-linguistic like so many of these things and then it has developed a root that has been reinforced to some extent by experience and many other factors some of which I understand, some of which probably still lie beyond my awareness.

Yet again, I am struck by kendall's blip which seems so pertinently timed. I am struck again by thoughts of introversion and all the implications of that which I haven't got the energy for tonight but will return to.
I return again and again to attachment.
I am thinking of the friends ... they have found a sort of seed/kernel type thing, or at least, it has appeared ... and now there are the three of them.
But enough for the time being.