I haven't shown up here since Thursday when the baboons were running wild in my head.
I've quieted them, fed them, what do baboons eat?, and since the university is on break and I don't have the means (presently) to fly to France, I took an alternative trip to the Garden State...
New Jersey does not = Paris
but Paris doesn't have Pearly, dear friend.
And walk near the pond with the geese.
Tomorrow, the ocean. yes.
I did some yoga and writing with Kobe, the cat.
Two friends called not knowing I was away.
One left a message about locking herself in a bedroom on Sunday because she wasn't fit to be around her family.
"If I had an uzi," she said.
She feared for their lives. not really, but kinda.
The other one talked about seeing her son jump from a chair and it was a snapshot in her mind, a moment, and then she felt sad because everything changes and we grow up and old, then die.
I am happy to be away from home
and find myself really missing my family.
"It's that duality," said my friend with the snapshot moment.
I am sitting on my yoga mat, writing this to you.
Thinking, this is a ramble and how come you don't do a daily post anymore? What happened? Maybe you're losing readers. You've lost your momentum.
As if this whole being alive thing is a treadmill that we must keep moving on, if you lose your step or stop paying attention the belt will throw your ass off, maybe you'll hit the wall, crazy, right?
I open the book, Wherever You Go There You Are
to a random page
Thinking that your life
is at least as interesting
and miraculous as the moon or the stars.