The Breathing Room

I’ve got some serious farscaping to do….yay!

I guess I fail as a blogger…I have so far failed to post almost this entire trip and I’ve been gone about a month….and done some pretty awesome things. sigh.

oh well, we had a good run. I was pretty religious about posting for about 3 years right? and I’m at about 600 posts. so that’s…something.

maybe I’ll just let this site expire now. nah. idk. we’ll see I guess. sorry.

Today was almost more eventful than yesterday…almost haha. I sat out on the porch for a couple of hours…reading and relaxing..and writing questions. I think I’m going to start going to Lola’s tomorrow….so that’s fun. I dont know if I should go everyday, or maybe every other day for the first week, or something idk…I’ll see how it goes tomorrow.

You know what I forgot to bring? my copy of 100 years of solitude…I wanted to bring that because I heart the way Gabriel Garcia Marquez writes…and, um, I wanted to have it on hand as a reference. Oh well. actually, I didn’t bring any books at all…..it would have made the suitcase heavier anyway I guess. and there’s no audiobook copy that I can buy online. poop.

ooh I ate a toasted havarti and tomato sandwhich today for lunch…mmmmmm that was tasty. i’ll probably have another one tomorrow…oh wait i’m going to lola’s…so probably not lol. oh well.

i should do laundry today.

anyway, here’s something I wrote while sitting out on the porch. enjoy.

As I sit here I see static in the sky, a purple-gray haze that whispers the fluttering leaves and flitting wings into existence.

I see the bobbing buds and healing hills that fade in the distance, just as a hurt fades with time.

I see a blushing bird and listen to her chirp. Here, then gone: she says.

There is movement that creates stillness, a blue scape of every color. The lines of roofs and roads run along the lines of hills and sky: the sillhouette of modernity’s primitive nature – the future of the dead and the past of the next great idea.

ciao

Im surrounded by hummingbirds.