Baling string, in the cold

   January 16, 2008 – My formerly frostbitten fingers hurt. I have a guaranteed anti-fear formula, and it works for me. Live.
  – I am dealing with the new reality. I am going to try and go solar in the farmhouse, if I can afford it.
  – I am simplifying, cutting costs, reducing waste.
  – I am refusing stasis, and will not rest on my meager laurels. I am challenging myself creatively. I am returning to fiction. I am working harder to take different kinds of photos.
  – I am assaulting fear  hollistically and medically. Therapy. Medicine. And today, going to see a Homeopathic doctor for some approaches that are natural, and I am excited about. I respond to fear every day by challenging, defying, respecting and encircling it.
 – I am building and reinforcing friendships and community.
 – I am determined to have more fun.
 – I am working to publish some Bedlam Farm books, with photos in them.
 – I am uplifted continuously by my hospice work with Keith Mann, Izzy and Lenore.
 – I am seeking a meaningful spiritual life.
  I believe a strong antidote to fear is live, which is, every day, a choice.