So I guess I forgot I was supposed to be writing. Today's lesson is #4: These thoughts about "blank" do not mean anything. These thoughts about personal history do not mean anything. These thoughts about a book sale at the library today do not mean anything. These thoughts about Veda waking up any moment now do not mean anything. These thoughts ( Read more... )

Lesson one is: nothing I see (in this room, on this street, etc.) means anything ( Read more... )

Tonight still having trouble letting go of ego attachment to jealousy, etc. It's hard to stop thinking about those things once you start. So.. don't start?

Found a nice little bookstore in town with a reading group discussion once a month. I didn't know they did that in WV. Sat in there while Veda took a nap. Then second hand kid's clothing store ( Read more... )

Mmm, so, earlier today, when I planned on writing here, Veda was sitting on the bed about a foot away from me and the computer, playing with some of her toys. Then, suddenly, she leaped across my lap with arms outstretched, energetically reaching for the keyboard. I had no idea she could do that. But now she is sleeping.

I have a headache today, and ( Read more... )

Good Morning ( Read more... )

Maybe I neglected to mention that "here" is West Virginia. Went to grocery store and library today; always a big event ( Read more... )

I would love to write this by hand, but the page sometimes requires a devotion I do not have. I am tired now, but I wanted to say something about my impossible love quickly, before I become the kind of person who can no longer say these kinds of things. My heart is not slippery, I think it might be sort of sticky, but it is obscure. I'm not sure ( Read more... )

Julia ( Read more... )

Who wants a letter?

name and address required, but, um, that's all.

Today, in the restless gray light, I saw the sprouts in my garden coming up: the pumpkin seeds' strong dark new leaves, the little folded pea shoots. This caused me more joy than it had any right to. In the moment of inspecting a seedling, there is nothing else in the world, all other objects are merely background for the singular event of this ( Read more... )