On a Treadmill

I'm moving my legs, but am I getting anywhere?

Ok, this treadmill metaphor has nothing to do with anything. Except for this: www.nitrome.com/games/supertreadmill


I've run out of time to spend on this. I want to simply write down a thought I had this morning, about doing productive things vs. unproductive things. Of course, the entire conflict is probably unproductive. But my point is, first, to ask: productive for whom? And, second, to note that nothing will change as long as conflict is my methodology. Judgment, refusal, denial, rejection. These will not do. Can I embrace my inner time-burglar lovingly? That's the real challenge - not smiting him. I need to love this guy, not tolerate, imprison or destroy him.

Because, as Elizabeth Alexander was wondering about, love is the mightiest word.

Good night, all.