hello world
so after a week of business and lack of creativity, i bring to the table... more uncreativity.
have you ever realized the wonder of a wide clear wooden table? or any table for that matter. my table is usually cluttered with books, tea stains, dust, papers and bills. when it gets too much, when i get too overwhelmed, i have a habit of finding a new table and leaving the old one.
it is quite refreshing. right now i'm plunked on a chair behind the living room table enjoying salmon and pasta and reading the bluest eye. now you must understand, i've been spending the entire day in a period of agonizing soul delay - my body seems offset from my soul and my greatest fear is to lose control. so i sit in neutrality in agony behind tired eyes and an oily bridge watching the 24 frames on the tv screen nervous that i will clone my days and my slouthful ways.
a new table, i discovered, a new peace. my body still displaced, but falling back into the cushion of my soul. slowly, surely, back and forth, but it will get there. the table is my tabula rasa, salmon running thru my veins and toni morrison waiting patiently in the oprah book club.
running out of tables, better get my act together.
p.s. comments are gasoline for my fingers. fill me up.
have you ever realized the wonder of a wide clear wooden table? or any table for that matter. my table is usually cluttered with books, tea stains, dust, papers and bills. when it gets too much, when i get too overwhelmed, i have a habit of finding a new table and leaving the old one.
it is quite refreshing. right now i'm plunked on a chair behind the living room table enjoying salmon and pasta and reading the bluest eye. now you must understand, i've been spending the entire day in a period of agonizing soul delay - my body seems offset from my soul and my greatest fear is to lose control. so i sit in neutrality in agony behind tired eyes and an oily bridge watching the 24 frames on the tv screen nervous that i will clone my days and my slouthful ways.
a new table, i discovered, a new peace. my body still displaced, but falling back into the cushion of my soul. slowly, surely, back and forth, but it will get there. the table is my tabula rasa, salmon running thru my veins and toni morrison waiting patiently in the oprah book club.
running out of tables, better get my act together.
p.s. comments are gasoline for my fingers. fill me up.
