Isn't it wonderful that We don't have to worry about where water falls? Surely, Our mother, Our Earth, will catch it, not letting go of a single drop.

How would you describe the taste of one's self? Do you instantly find that last sentence a grueling display of madness, chaos? Is it as slutty as you think it is, and what would people think knowing that's your first response? To be so loving or dispersive?

Nom nom nom. How does it feel to be on someone's throat, choosing a path of early birding or morning worming? If these are the only two options, which one is worth rewarding?

Subtle note: we have so many options, and you may be a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

Are you forgetful? Do you sleep on what was once because you are now being? Perhaps you've learned to disregard so much that there is only now, within certain folklores, fairytales. You've kept your wonderings to the wildness of woods, forests, unkept grass, places you'll never wander, let alone stand.

It's like a quest, where your next task is to carry sand from one place to another, but only with cupped hands, as if to permit the existence of... well what would you permit the existence of? Is it a grace that, by the end, you will not have as much as you left with but come out with more than you had before... just from the experience?

Continuing on reflects just the surface of movement. What lies beneath is more than fluid, it's conscious effort. We've been taught that progress is linear, by posting goals, creating goal posts, yet we seldom look at the conditions and considerations that unlock, or rather, lock in the achievement.

We pay less attention to the continuum, the accumulation, the cumulative effects, the things we've turned into second nature. Instinct... is it? Habit? Routine?

Oh, how we're obsessed with final forms, stated objectives, that we can get lost in them, as if mortality itself were something more than an imperative, more than a feeling.

Also: I take back the end of the podcast, where I talk about the World According To Jim. It's turned into a comfort show, as it seems to share and show care and love and intimacy between two people, two lovers of life working through. Is it somewhat problematic? Of course it is, we're still working on making it perfect, but for some, based on where they've been, they already know it as perfection.

Sometimes we're caught, stuck, staring out a window. We've spent so much time, these days, barely noticing it's a looking glass; referencing some place for us to be, amidst all of our achieving, or whatever we think we're doing. In fact, what are we giving our thoughts, our love, our energy, especially as winter wanes?

We are nearing March madness, that unspoken holiday, where we begin to resist what we have been facing, declaring need and desire for change. Perhaps this is related. Yes, with the nearing of Spring, our spirits are expressing their restlessness, for seeds to be planted; a return to growth, to share and sew our blessings, forever togethered, let us revel in the mystery of such inner workings, our collective knowing that with intent and feeling, we create new beginnings.

Looking for a salve, a balm. What else is there in an inner garden? It's nurtured with care, warmed by the sun. What's possible in our hearts is measured in love and thoughts. Its difference of opinion, its joy of process, is informed by what we're going through, or rather, what we believe in. From this comes growth and aspiration.

This is no wild innovation, yet it is bare, truthful, open.

Jon Desjardins performs another astonishing work of thought, promise, creativity, vulnerability, and process. Today's character has found and taken the idea of a past-life contract to heart, one where you are partnered up with someone and have decided that in the next life, you'll find each other again, even if it takes a while, because why not? What if?

He then explores untold burdens such a thing can avail, and why it might or might not be a good idea. This is done through sharing histories of living and waiting to rekindle such a flame, while being part of a world that has the potential to live up to its promises, yet often struggles to do so.

Please note: this is a partial bath episode.

A Bath Episode: A place of good reason, found thought, and maybe just a little indecency.

A bath episode: So there are thoughts. They take you from one place to the next. There is space to make them possible. My oh my, if you wish to speed them up.

At this point, Jon Desjardins has created his first dating profile in earnest. He begins to wonder what are things people want to know, does he know them? Will he have enough of what they want to meet up and enjoy and enjoy and enjoy until all of the suns have set, risen, and been inexplicably luxurious, fond, loving, silly, honest, pleasurable, and intimate?

Of course, when thinking these things, we get distracted by all manners of other things in our life, that interconnect and intersect, because there's so much to do and so much going on. How does one not think of the world one lives in, while imagining the perfect scenario to have everything one wants in a relationship?

It's a new chapter in the book of love, one he hopes leads to what he's always wanted, has always imagined.