August 15, 2001

  • Life is bored with me.  This evening was open to endless possibilities...appearances, scenes, adventures--I think.   But just because I was being pulled every which way, I decided to just go home and sit instead.  And ponder it.  It being my chair, my feet, the stillness of the air.  The light is on--that's incidental.  The crickets chirp beyond the back door--that's incidental.  My cat lays on the floor nearby--okay, he's high, too.  Many of you reading this may think that what I describe is so blaise, but I tell you for me this is so curious because it is something that anymore I almost never do.


    Sit.  Wait.  Wonder.

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