the year of truth
i continue this New Year with calm now finally replacing panic. There is so much i could worry about, but when i feel that feeling rising up from my belly, making its fluttery way to my throat, i just breathe, and remind myself to put it into perspective.With everything that i still plan on achieving, its easy to forget how much there is to be proud of already. i feel as if i spent the last 6 months of 2005 with my head down, ploughing forward; because today was too hard to face, i was headed for the future, where surely it would be better. But a wise man told me, that the future is now.
And that is why, this years blog is called, present perfect.
Days here are rainy and so cold, overcast to the point of feeling like a perpetual dusk. My spirit says, Wait...be patient. Sunshine must come. In the meantime, the chill air on my skin makes me feel alive.
Every day, i progress.
reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel
drinking Belgian chocolate milk
listening to my inner voice


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If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,-
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,-
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams
8:30 PM
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