I have tried to eat the lumpy pears, they will not get ripe. I have tried to keep the freedom, but I can't seem to find the balance between the things I think I have to do and the things I really do have to do. I have been drinking vanilla rice milk, however, and never has it been more decadent.
All I want to do is walk, for hours, and lay down and write. There is no city for me to walk to from here. There is Culver City but it is less a city and more a movie facade of a Disney World-like town with pretend vintage street posts and cafes that are too shiny and too new. There is writing in me now, though, more than there was before. I have the small lino block we bought on Granville Island sitting on my desk, stately, on top of a pile of tiny notebooks, none of them perfect like those red ones with improper binding. I also did make lentils and brown rice, and I bought nutritional yeast. They were delicious. There doesn't ever seem to be enough. Enough time, enough work, enough food, enough writing, enough sky, enough distance to walk. For a few days though, there was just enough and not too much.
I'm trying to adjust to my new resident, my Chandelier, hanging, I am sure, uncomfortable from the the top of me. I wonder if it knows the important job it will carry out?
oh dear, the rice is burning.
Gorgeous. The perfect notebook with the improper binding... I allowed my writing to trail off a bit as you left. I nearly filled my little yellow book, and I may yet as I continue to reflect on that time. Perhaps I should add a recipe for tofu with yams and Braggs and the importance of rice milk. Brown and black lentils with a bit of quinoa and shaved carrots, one onion and more brown rice. I learned so much with you, the most satisfying of days. Walk until your feet are tired. Follow artistic inclination. Be unafraid. Love. Live. What perfect times and such a blessing to have been part of such. I love that you have that block. SO cool. I am inspired to pull out my carving tools and start drawing little people on those trading cards. How fun! So much gratitude and love to you. xoxo
ReplyDeleteHazel! I don't know why I never see these. Yes, yes so good. I have been writing in my larger red notebook with the little window cut out. I have said some very important things in there, and I every time I do, I think of you and the painful deliberation we underwent to locate those perfect little books. We did very well.
ReplyDeleteLove you much
xo