I'm in Houston! This is happening and I am here. Brian Fair always asks me what does the M stand for? My daily wear glasses have M's on either side. The M stands for:
Mosquitoes. I have a bite on my wrist the size of a strawberry.
Muggy and moist. I'm sweating.
Mimosas. Are you surprised?
Mother's Day. Gotta buy my momma a gift.
Mara. As I was unpacking some things, I thought to myself maybe I packed too much... I don't think I'm going to read all these books. Oh well.
My send off was fabulous. Sheila, Mara, and Kathy sent me off in the grandest fashion drumming singing and laughing the whole time. We did yoga and ate buckwheat banana pancakes, mangos and perfectly seasoned eggs for breakfast. At the airport I checked my bags breezed right through security had some Ben & Jerry's to calm my nerves since I'm really determined to quit smoking this summer and waited to board my flight.
There's nothing like flying after years of not flying to make you feel like a baby. My ears popped a lot. They were sore by the time we landed. Having paid the extra ten bucks for early bird boarding I boarded the plane and snagged the window seat in row one.
Here are snippets from a draft of the poem I started on the plane:
Why are clouds so queer?
Sometimes mountains
or the heads of infant elephants
or Chinese new year dragons
Then bodies of water lacking depth stretching from a bosom of blue
& how does the earth feel about all this
the sporadic simultaneous lifting off &
redistribution of skins & slick spleened souls
across her body?
A squirrel trembles in the doorway. But the great Dane watching it from the couch won't pounce. James and I bought a fan yesterday so that I don't wilt in the heat of the day. Saturday evening we sprawled out on the front lawn and despite suffering several bug bites enjoyed the cool that came with sundown. The moon hung in the sky like the Cheshire cat's smile.
I am focusing on being here now. Creating an effective routine of my days. I woke up this morning at 6 and took Rei on our first walk. James and I had a little breakfast and then he left for work. I unpacked all my clothes, listening to NPR... catching up on my favorite blogs, writing this dear blog.
"Sing, if you can sing, and if not still be musical inside yourself."
--Mary Oliver, More Evidence
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