the garden is in, watered and weeded...

the memory keepers daughter is finished...
i loved it, i really did...
the contradictions between caputuring life/capturing memory
against the fluidness of living and how it refuses to be
captured in perfection...because life isn't perfect.

a day to myself, in which i am encouraging myself
not to do dishes, not to sweep, not to talk or make myself busy...
today i am trying to just be me...
silent and slow,
relaxed and letting myself be aware of my aloneness...
which does not happen often.

a day in which to daydream about places i want to go,
books i want to read next, music to try, magazines
that i have set aside for months...the weather too dark and wet
to entice me outside...a day in which to daydream.