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There are a lot of different kinds of satisfaction. I've been noticing that the more choice I have over the allocation of my time, the more I seem to be letting a number of the quieter, more meditative things that I used to take so much pleasure in become smaller parts of my life. I still enjoy them... perhaps I had needed them before as a kind of antidote to the parts of my life I wasn't entirely pleased with?

Once upon a time I wanted to live in a little cottage in the woods, with very few possessions, but all of them made by hand. I can still feel where that came from, and some of those poles still draw me... but that's not where I am right now, as fondly as I remember it. I wonder if I need a kind of dynamic balance in my life? It's a different set of counterweights now...

Anyhow, for all of that, there is still a soul deep satisfaction to good conversation, gentle rain, the woods, and morels.

mmmm... morels.