Sometimes I feel I've got something to write, but it would take a drinking habit to loosen the stopper and decant what's really here to tell.
I'll just start by saying that I locked myself out of my house tonight. As I stood outside the front gate--arms crossed, debating whether I should stand in the warmth of the garage or continue ringing the bell to no avail--I looked up at the sky and saw those "movie premier" lights that circle expectantly against the night clouds like saucers contemplating first contact. Not having a hearth to walk to, I had a sobering moment, to think how 365 days ago I was both meditating about nothing and, cohesively, ruminating about love in the time of pre- and post-30.
Now's a different story. I've got a year's worth of potential, because there's a year's worth of difference between filling my plate while waiting with an eager stomach and filling my plate with a lazy, hovering, finicky fork. The acute crises of other people, like I've been dealing with, these are involved experiences; they leave me no choice but to act for the benefit of the continuity of a friend's life. Strange that I haven't been intervening the same for myself.
I'll just start by saying that I locked myself out of my house tonight. As I stood outside the front gate--arms crossed, debating whether I should stand in the warmth of the garage or continue ringing the bell to no avail--I looked up at the sky and saw those "movie premier" lights that circle expectantly against the night clouds like saucers contemplating first contact. Not having a hearth to walk to, I had a sobering moment, to think how 365 days ago I was both meditating about nothing and, cohesively, ruminating about love in the time of pre- and post-30.
Now's a different story. I've got a year's worth of potential, because there's a year's worth of difference between filling my plate while waiting with an eager stomach and filling my plate with a lazy, hovering, finicky fork. The acute crises of other people, like I've been dealing with, these are involved experiences; they leave me no choice but to act for the benefit of the continuity of a friend's life. Strange that I haven't been intervening the same for myself.
posted by barn | 11:24 PM
2 Comments:
wow! where did all these posts come from all of a sudden? what a special treat to check your blog, expecting to see "junelle and i..." once again and low & behold - many new entries! your adoring public thanks you.
i promise i'll intervene on your behalf whenever necessary. that's the beauty of living downstairs from you. and as for getting locked out: maybe you should give me back that spare key so it doesn't happen again, eh?
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