today has been a running, writing, reading, thinking day:
thoughts about 'writing'.
thoughts about 'reading'.
i ran 3 miles and have been yawning a lot.
i feel quiet and tired.
i want to lay in bed under the day shade and day-dream awhile. look at my paintings on the wall and flip through my notebooks. rest. wonder.
this week was a wearing one. i feel worn.
and i am wearing one of jared's big t-shirts. i look like a little kid. i want to wear it because it is his.
yawning and stretching
this always-a-little-bit-older body.
this is a perfect evening for books in bed.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
4 comments:
Yes, perfect indeed.
xo
i see you have the same plans! :D
Barely reach for the books before sleep wins...quote from some e-mail this morning: "...peace of mind is an oxymoron. Only a non-mind can be peaceful." But there's still so much thinking to do.
marylinn, yes. so so so much thinking to do. lately i've been searching for a site of stillness. or at least attempting *toward* stillness. some where. somehow. just for a minute.
((((HUG))))
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