9 Moons Ago

When I’m here at home and am excited about life my sleeping habits get out of whack. I find I can sleep for a short amount of time and take a nap or two during the day, yet I don’t know if that is causing me any harm..if I’m not getting enough sleep. I mean, I FEEL fine. Is that enough? I certainly hope so. I mean I am happier. I laugh easier, and that is good for me and for everyone I love. I know they all want me to get better, to return to a person who is well and well-rested and who can concentrate and write her words, paint her pictures. I know I will get back to some kind of “normalcy” but right now I am a walking bundle of contradictions. I chatter to myself during the day as if I was speaking to an audience of eavesdroppers. But, that will fall away someday..and will I be able to rest easier then? I have a warm feeling that it will! And that I will.

In other news, I got my hat pin in the mail and am so thrilled with it..I will have to take a picture of it once I find my hat! Haa! Typical that I lose it like that only a matter of days before the pin arrives in the post.
I’ll keep looking and I know it will turn up!
The brim might too. It’s a Scottish bonnet which has a couple of ways that it can be worn. Brim down if you are taken and brim up if you are wanting to flirt with the boys. Hee. I am going to wear it that way for a change! It’s about time.

Within a smattering of days of being home, I realize how much the politics of this country have shaped such a huge debt and depression, that out of it there is growing a groundswell of art and music that are quite inspiring. I’ve been out of the country far too long. But, coming home with a fresh perspective, I can see that people are not afraid to speak out for their needs. It’s a revolution not unlike that of the 1960s, to my uneducated eyes. I could be wrong, but that is the sense that I have… I believe this country and it’s people are not too far gone that we can’t pull ourselves and our environment back from the brink of demise.

E.E. Cummings

white gaurdians of the universe of sleep

safley may by imperishable your
glory escorted through infinate countries be
my darling (open the very secret of hope
to her eyes, not any longer blinded with
a world; and let her heart’s each whisper wear
all never guessed unknowable most joy)

faithfully blossoming beyond to breathe
suns of the night, bring this beautiful
wanderer home to a dream called time: and give
herself into the mercy of that star,
if out of climbing whom begins to spill
such golden blood as makes his moon alive

sing more will wonderfully birds than are

(Thanks, Christiana! Love ya!)

…so as not to wake Cam.

Personal writing at “A Prairie Home Companion” Website

I sent some poems in to them when they first started up the section on the website, but nothing came of it. I read some from the other writers once in a great while, and will have to send in some more writing another time. Give it another chance after a couple of years, eh?

I just thought this whole story was hilarious… and even her biography at the bottom. Bravo!
I want to write and make people laugh that way…