Woke up feeling useless and abused. I’m feeling the burnout of not getting any traction with the prison people who control my schedule to facilitate inside. I need to be patient and let them kill the program; not be an accomplice. They want to kill the program and they know how to. I’m not in a good place. I know patience is the solution to not burn bridges and to leave the situation with none of my fingerprints on it. I hope I live long enough to prevail. It’s all a matter of outlasting the other.
I need to shake this attitude. When the sun is higher I will call an associate and run it by him. In the meantime I will post this poem and see if it lifts my spirits. I like the image. This is what seagulls do. Peace out. G. M. Goodwin 28 June 2017
I LEARN TO FLY
A seabird floats by in the icy air,
A motionless contradiction,
A confident demonstration,
A glider’s bent wings held still,
A head casually rotates left to right and back again,
A seabird is sliding along with the wind,
A seabird lifts me into a world above the ground,
My self flies free.
George Goodwin
February 2014
Playing Fair and Being Kind 