i don't have much to say but i am sitting here wanting to write and there you are looking at me, calling me...black on white, do it...write.
it is sunday, it is cold, cold for texas. i don't like this, it makes my skin dry. i am aging. i watch the couples at church, he puts his arm around her, they look down at their little one sleeping on the pew. i am a big girl...life goes on...
and on...
and on...
i finished reading; gilead, the ladies of missalonghi, and am on mister pip (lloyd jones). i watched ratatouille, a pbs show about the weather/water, and the elephant man. the latter made my inside bleed and i have to take a break from media input for a bit.
i am getting tired of celebrities.
i want to join a community of my friends and live in the country and grow my own food and be happy. i want to meet a funny man who has love for me. i want to eat more pomegranates. i want to go to amsterdam in february for the shelter city hostel reunion. i want to use my body more - be active (i exercised today).
on the way home from mom and dad's i heard a poem on the classical station - Edgar Allan Poe's City in the Sea. http://books.eserver.org/poetry/poe/city_in_the_sea.html. i like "time eaten towers", and "But light from out the lurid sea, streams up the turrets silently...". i like "in each idol's diamond eye", and "melancholy waters", and "While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down".
my friend jane, her son is missing in italy. he may be hurt or confused or worse...no one knows. people are searching for him. she came home this week after being there for a month with her husband. their emotions are raw. no word. http://search4jef.cfsites.org/index.php
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Much to say. You name places, Robin. That's a gift. Thank you.
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