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more favorite words: ripened, grape-vine, gloaming, forest, hushed, burnt, frost, clustered, leaves, feuille, yeux, marshes, early, moor, piper, naked, shake, swallowed, shuttlecock, browned.
my dreams have been full of storms. four nights ago was a snowstorm hurricane at sea on my front lawn. the living room filed with swelling seawater and the trees tossed like truffula tufts and i knew we were safe even as the front room bucked and rolled, but i also knew that all the houses beyond our front porch were being destroyed. (and just now i remember a long-ago dream with a hot metal sun on a flat crowded beach with a tall white building rising like saltblocks behind me.) three nights ago i dreamed of tornadoes, but not with the usual panic of my tornado dreams. the sky was brown and the cats would not stay in the basement, so we took them to an animal clinic where they would be safe.
two nights ago there were no storms, only book characters, running through puddles in socks, seduction, climbing out windows. (i confess it was a beautiful story, in a rosemando sort of way.)
this morning i awoke to violent winds and cat-paws.
written wednesday: today is so beautiful, warm and windy, i let my hair down and i am drinking much water and tea. (new discovery: panda berry tea. with apples and cherries and strawberries, honey and cream, all infused in black tea. i believe it is a children's tea and i adore it after oen cup. like peppermint tea, the entirety of the flavor is in the aftertaste.) today i am working hard and making plans, oh beautiful morning, oh beautiful day.
i am rereading dorian gray for class and i want to go read the young king now, and all his other writings, oh that rich and intoxicating beautiful beautiful language.
two weeks ago i told him secrets, things i have longed to say for so long. nothing deep or too private but very hard to say, but of course i said them in writing, i can never say the important things aloud. but i feel a little better now. i feel i have a little room to grow. i feel a bit like a flower-plant that has never managed to blossom but finally has enough room in the soil to breathe and stretch out new leaves.
my, so desultory today. i am delightfully hungry, and i say delightfully because i am about to have a lovely little lunch and it's so nice to eat when i'm actually hungry and feel like a healthy normal person instead of always always eating because it is a compulsion.
more favorite words (again): seawater, violent, blustery, anon.
songs: isobel/björk, paper cup/heather nova, shadows of the night/pat benatar, asleep on a sunbeam/belle & sebastian, the last time i saw william/alannah myles.
my dreams have been full of storms. four nights ago was a snowstorm hurricane at sea on my front lawn. the living room filed with swelling seawater and the trees tossed like truffula tufts and i knew we were safe even as the front room bucked and rolled, but i also knew that all the houses beyond our front porch were being destroyed. (and just now i remember a long-ago dream with a hot metal sun on a flat crowded beach with a tall white building rising like saltblocks behind me.) three nights ago i dreamed of tornadoes, but not with the usual panic of my tornado dreams. the sky was brown and the cats would not stay in the basement, so we took them to an animal clinic where they would be safe.
two nights ago there were no storms, only book characters, running through puddles in socks, seduction, climbing out windows. (i confess it was a beautiful story, in a rosemando sort of way.)
this morning i awoke to violent winds and cat-paws.
written wednesday: today is so beautiful, warm and windy, i let my hair down and i am drinking much water and tea. (new discovery: panda berry tea. with apples and cherries and strawberries, honey and cream, all infused in black tea. i believe it is a children's tea and i adore it after oen cup. like peppermint tea, the entirety of the flavor is in the aftertaste.) today i am working hard and making plans, oh beautiful morning, oh beautiful day.
i am rereading dorian gray for class and i want to go read the young king now, and all his other writings, oh that rich and intoxicating beautiful beautiful language.
two weeks ago i told him secrets, things i have longed to say for so long. nothing deep or too private but very hard to say, but of course i said them in writing, i can never say the important things aloud. but i feel a little better now. i feel i have a little room to grow. i feel a bit like a flower-plant that has never managed to blossom but finally has enough room in the soil to breathe and stretch out new leaves.
my, so desultory today. i am delightfully hungry, and i say delightfully because i am about to have a lovely little lunch and it's so nice to eat when i'm actually hungry and feel like a healthy normal person instead of always always eating because it is a compulsion.
more favorite words (again): seawater, violent, blustery, anon.
songs: isobel/björk, paper cup/heather nova, shadows of the night/pat benatar, asleep on a sunbeam/belle & sebastian, the last time i saw william/alannah myles.