Bags

Moving out of this apt. tomorrow. It had a run. Not good or bad....just a run. One can only do so much on their feet... So I've learned.

Ready.

Like a sheet of photo paper is exposed and fixed...my memory is just that...with an image of a gray haired gentleman with a blood trickling, bullet hole wound in the back of his head. He was still standing. They two men beside him were in slow motion with him. Swaying to the short waves of being. It is certainly not the same experience as hearing gun shots while riding a bicycle in the city.

I move farther south Saturday. I will be couch hopping and resting in a kind fellow's bed.

I wove my first basket ever today. It was quite a sight. I want to give it skin.

My outfit today was something out of a jcrew catalog.

I have a ton of work that is creeping and trying to make me paranoid that it is going to kick my ass. I think the best approach is to stay calm and work through. This time is no more or less stressful than any other time of the year. It is in your heads. All I want to do is sip wine and read a book (not out of obligation for a course assignment). First sleep. Insomnia. Summed up to an inability to just listen.

Machine

Feels so right. All about the do. What are you doing here? You just are. It is good that you forget. That can mean you are living without hesitation or doubt. This is what you are. How does it feel to be?

I can't help but return the peck on those eyes.

Beautiful worn rug
Dried flowers that were once gifts
Baby bib
Sentimental shoes
School papers
Uniforms
Tickets
Teeth

Slippers crusted with kitty litter...past their function.

Funs

Who has a way with words...Who picks up on meta-messages....Who is laughing until her stomach hurts....Who is about to get really good rest...

Today

I unintentionally spun into a ball of stress today. My eyes glazed over keeping me from weaving. I am not behind but I am not where I would be normally.

Valerian root....