an ancient injury
he stood looking through the lace
at the face on the conquered moon
and counting all the cars going up the hill
and the stars on my window sill
there are still more reasons why i love him
and i feel like I'm just being born
like a shiny light breaking in a storm
there are so many reasons why i love him.
joni mitchell is,
and always will be,
better at voicing things than i.
(or most others for that matter.)
it's only a day over a week now.
i woke up late again.
had very strange dreams again.
i wonder if those will cease when i move again.
i want to start packing today.
for once i have the motivation.
there is no one in the house now but me and my music.
no one in the house now but me and my music and my obligations.
i am poured over the brim with obligation.
and that won't stop.
i think i know what my body and soul will need at the end of this year.
i want to go live in simplicity again.
i did it for one long weekend, and it wasn't even to the extent
of simplicity that i desire.
but it was close.
and i want to ask jesse if we can go to mahone bay
for a long weekend again. preferably before rehearsals begin.
because it's then that i will be stripped of my life.
when we were there, i used to get up before everyone else,
go for a long walk.
sit on the bridge over the river,
write.
ponder about how this would be a wonderful place for yoga.
come back to the house,
where everyone else was sitting on the porch,
watching the sun rise and the dew on the grass desintigrate into the air,
drinking coffee,
playing catch with ruby,
and i could lean in to him and feel like there was nothing else in the world.
i wish i lived in mahone bay.
i just made myself miss it more.