… this tiny little drip on the edge of a painting.
… watching the clock change all four spaces – it happens four times a day. from 9:59 to 10:00, then 12:59 to 1:00. i have been deeply satisfied watching this transition ever since I was a kid.
… the indian swirls on my skirt
… thick black journals
… writing on two sides of my journal pages
… lowering the qi in tai chi, and doing those funny arm windmill things
… the knowing that the only opinion that counts is your own
… each night for the last week going to bed exhausted. feeling i had served my purpose for the day. feeling like a warm, worn vessel that is filled with coloured milk each morning, and i spend each day spill, spill, spilling it onto paper. a good kind of exhaustion. knowing that i have LIVED.
… rediscovering what is deeply satisfying to me.