In the mailbox. Woot!
and a few days ago, some earrings and necklace that I’d been admiring for awhile on etsy. Here are the earrings with a whisker. Seems to be whisker shedding season. I have no explanation.
and the most recent books that came in included one that I’d been lent by Drew, a co-worker (“You have to read this!”) which was so good when I started to read it that I knew I had to own it. Coolest book cover ever.
I did spend a little bit of time poking at my NaNoWriMo at lunch. I have to say that I have doubts as to what is going to happen next. Just not quite sure. I’m afraid this is totally not action-packed adventure reading but I’m looking forward to seeing what happens.
I’m trying to keep in mind all the wise voices saying that even writing a little bit every day adds up to enough words over time. Just like making little tiny blocks. You make enough every day and eventually you have enough.
Yeah yeah yeah. I got it.
I miss weekends. I try not to dwell on it, but I do. I miss the regularity of observing a week followed by a weekend. Anyone who works or has worked retail is nodding their heads at this point. But enough of that!
I did get caught up on sleep last night and didn’t wake up to any dreams about poetry or anything else. Last night I was just too dragging to start with piecing, so hopefully tonight.
last night haiku won
stole my sleep, took all my dreams
balled up my pillow.Tonight I came home,
opened the windows again,
hoping to be cold.the birds begin song
the dreamers sleep unaware
where night and day meetThe night is deepest
A bird calls to another
A car passes by.Last night or today
haiku leaked out of my brain
onto my pillow.
I wake up in the middle of the night (not a common thing thankfully) and my brain is racing (also not common) and what is it racing with? Haiku!
Was I dreaming about writing haiku? Haiku sprints? Literally every sentence I had in my brain was either 5 or 7 syllables. So completely bizarre.
I tried to roll over and go back to sleep and it just didn’t work. My eyes were wide open and my brain was leaking haiku. So I did what anyone fresh out of NaPoWriMo would do – I woke up my iPhone and the notes app and got them out of my head onto the screen and then I posted them to my blog which spammed them to the rest of the internet.
So apparently NaPoWriMo should come with a warning sticker that it may be addictive and should be tapered off, possibly under supervision.
In other news, I’m rather tired.
What was once impossible now summons us to dismantle the walls between ourselves and our sisters and brothers, to dissolve the distinctions between flesh and spirit, to transcend the present limits of time and matter, to find, at last, not wealth or power but the ecstasy (so long forgotten) of commonplace, unconditional being. For the atom’s soul is nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest of clay. The life of every woman or man–the heart of it–is pure and holy joy.
