At the end of the circle meeting, the other night, we played Calliope. I play lead on this, and Victor is playing mirrors. At one moment, I felt like I was playing the mirrors coming out of Victor's guitar. Interesting.

I had a woman comment, tonight, that I was too hard on myself, and that I shouldn't let negativity be the first thing out of my mouth--all while I'm putting a strap on her new guitar.

I liked that woman.

A couple of days ago, I felt really hopeless. It was a real case of "What in God's name am I doing with myself? I am absolutely not getting it."

I am still currently reading In Search of the Miraculous. The book is probably influencing this to some extent, but the feeling is still there, even though I can intellectualize why it might be there. I can also intellectualize the possibility that this might be a step in the right direction, but I have no idea about this.

A call home, and then to real practicing.