Hammocks, and carrying that weight --
Am laying on my broken hammock here in Nashville,
listening to Sufjan Stevens, one of a few close musical companions on my summer
road wanderings. Thinking about the last 24 hours, the last week, the last
month, the last year.
One could call it
revisionist history, I imagine. But it's been a fascinating year. And I'm glad
for it. I wish I could have another such opportunity, but for writing this time.
Although no doubt I will miss paint, and I don't want to lose it.
I lay here with such calm, in a way I
couldn't have imagined a year ago -- or even six months ago. I'm clearly still
prone to fits of sadness -- and yes, they are fits, in the truest sense of the
word -- but they are honestly sourced, and dealt with appropriately.
I feel very content with myself. Today,
at least. And that makes it the best day.
My carried weight seems lessened. How beautiful it
feels!
Posted: Sunday - December 17, 2006 at 01:38 AM
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