☀️ 0302 Morning @ the dojo! 🏹🏹 Afternoon celebrating the Irish (saint) alongside the canal (leprachaun themed garb, funny hats, beer and a small band of drummers and fiddlers.) Fun!
> The point of the departed arrow is not merely to pierce the bullseye and carry the trophy: the point of the arrow is to sing the wind and remake the world in the brevity of flight. (~ [Bayo Akomolafe](https://www.bayoakomolafe.net/))
🌔 0304 Trying to learn how to repair an old machine and the heart does not sing. I am slow! 🐌
🔥 0305 Rain: resolute 🌨️💦
💧 0306 Scholarly dithering, meandering & feeling useless (subterranean things happening, I later come to realize . . .)
🌲 0307 The gentle, mesmerising reaching of a bright orange, dinosauric bulldozer delicately picking down a building to rubble
🏔️ 0308 Divine Banqueting with Hoods, Gowns, Stocks and (As-Yet-Unswitched) Tassels
🌏 0309 A lovely, loose, cascading day (after a good sleep)
