Inverse Accumulation

Hi Hello Good Gvening!

Well, I'm glad the other night is over with, and I've had some time to calm down. I'm feeling pretty good right now actually!

**Facing His Fear - Kananaskis, Canada - Copyright 2012**

It is in those key moments where we're hanging on by one knuckle of two fingers, stepping out onto a stage in front of 3.5 million people, or starting a new position at a workplace we love that define who we are. There's something about those moments that takes me back to an almost primal stage. There is no thought in my head. I can't afford it. I'm relying purely on what I know and how well I know it. I suppose oddly enough that these moments only occur when you are carving out new boundaries for yourself.

**Cats Tail - Kananaskis, Canada - Copyright 2012**

There's a rush involved - better than anything I can imagine. It's that rush when you're playing paintball and all thought eludes you. It's that rush when you tackle a new move on the climbing wall, and when your hand finally realizes that that hold actually sucks, you fall and thought finds you again.

**Upwards To The Camp - Kananaskis, Canada - Copyright 2012**

Then there's the feeling when the last thing you remember before you fall asleep is how brilliant the stars are. How densely packed the universe is. How beautiful everything around you is. Sleep.

It's a feeling that can't be described in words.

**Such A Beautiful Place I Could Not Have Imagined - Copyright 2012**

I love it.


-Zigs



"You Are Loved. All Is Well"

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Hi,

I have lots to say. I have very little time to say it.

Intervention is an awkward idea. I'm not even going to bother. You're not you when you drink. You're not you when you're high. I dunno. Maybe you are and sobriety hides who you really are. Is that what the substances make you think? Just remember that there are a LOT of us who actually love you for the man you are. The man we grew up with. Yes, I said Love, and I mean it in the full strength of the word. Just don't let the bottle get the best of you. Please.

I'll drag the conversation over to somebody totally different... I've thought of you every day. I can't explain it. I wish I could stop. Maybe romance is my alcohol - I just can't buy it.... I was reflecting on an earlier post - and a conversation had one afternoon with a friend. A conversation that brought me back to former lovers. Relationships years gone by. God I'm confused...

I don't even know why I'm writing here.... I feel really full of twisting and turning directionless thought. I wish I could scream it at you. I wish I could tell everybody how I feel. I tried that once, anybody who knows me knows how that turned out. That was almost a year ago today. Huh.

Saw a film I made last night - food for thought.

Christ. I'm going to bed.

-Z


"You Are Loved. All Is Well."

The Freckles In Our Eyes

Yup, that's me in an armchair, on the prairies. Photo courtesy Hans Grossman

There is much love for you here.

-Zigs

"You Are Loved. All Is Well."