and make the ordinary extraordinary

Stop or be stopped

I’m dreaming that my head gaskets blown, it happens, in fact at times it needs to happen. Sitting beside me is a teacher on long service leave, the one I need to know.

The patterns are obvious: Stop or be stopped, repair or demise. That’s the way it works.

Change occurs in the spaces when time is allowed to re-adjust your course.

 

Miss it and you may miss what it is that you are really here to do.

Keep going at your own peril.

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