Stalling III

My most beloved river region seems to have been reduced to property ownership. In my nomadic heart, property ownership is naught but a cultural delusion, but here I am, living the delusion in three separate political states, complete with my very first lawsuit. It feels like a cosmic joke that, on paper, I am partial owner 4 different real estate properties. Do I have the deed to any of the Stars in the sky, too? The Breach of Contract suit is still muddling on, looking like a lost cause. I've been robbed. Now to get *over it*. Where's my backpack?

The loss of dollars feels like the smallest of the treasures that contractor stole from me. What were those dreams that felt important enough to invest in a base camp, complete with an aeroponics lab and rooftop garden? Did they get hauled off with the Breach of Contract pile?

Sorting. . . Reminding myself to be gentle and patient with the process. When the time is right, all the pieces will be there.