My deadline arrives quickly and I am working like hell to meet it. I am lonely and wish my comfort in my life could stand beside me and my favorite of friends could come and hug and be hugged. Maybe this sounds dramatic and it is, I suppose.
I have lived five months separate from the man who is home. My truest comfort. I want him.
I woke today to a migraine whose affects linger. My mind is fuzzy and I need to walk slowly, or my head pounds.
I am trying to evaluate what is the connecting circumstance for these headaches, as they are coming somewhat frequently. Two in the last 2 weeks, maybe three. Three.
I wish I could show photos of my work and thoughts about that work. Open up to the world at large and find comfort there. It will happen soon, soon enough. The work is good, it goes well.
So maybe what I should be writing about is where I do find comfort, as it is the predominant idea of these few words.
The woods around my home and its dips and twists, the grasses shining in the sun, the crystal encrusted rocks and the feel of my body accepting the earth beneath my feet.
Allowing myself to sink into the making, application of dye to cloth, needle puncturing layers.
Water, flowing into my body, cooling me.
The birds. Even the hawk who hunts the little birds I am so fond of.
I don't really want comments, I just want to be able to say these things. To be listened to, really. So if you have read this, thank you. For indulging me.
Posted by Melly at June 2, 2008 12:05 AM