Hushed spring chill
Mar. 18th, 2007 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Sunday, it is quiet and the snow is melting fast, it is now in the forties (Fahrenheit).
The sun is out and shining.
I brewed rooibos tea last night, four teabags, long as hours and dark as blood, strong as love.
I am so calm. Everything is like wind. Everything will pass over and blow along, and the world will happen as the world happens.
I am committed to writing this scene, probably the darkest scene in the entire novel, but it will hurt.
I am relieved; I was able to hold back the seizure last night. I will not let myself be affected like that again, nothing like that is worth it.
I should get the mail soon; Friday and Saturday, two days' worth. I did not walk to the mailboxes yesterday because of the cold and snow.
I have not allowed myself personal time, real time, just for me, in a long time; I used to think it was too selfish. Now I may have to for my own health.
People need to stop hurting each other. It goes nowhere and becomes a vicious cycle. There is no love when there is this sort of mutual pain. There is only a ship of fools.
Charlotte is here, helping me clean house, and we are now watching the movie "Masters Of The Universe" which I have never seen.
Let the amusement begin.
Hah.
Sunday, it is quiet and the snow is melting fast, it is now in the forties (Fahrenheit).
The sun is out and shining.
I brewed rooibos tea last night, four teabags, long as hours and dark as blood, strong as love.
I am so calm. Everything is like wind. Everything will pass over and blow along, and the world will happen as the world happens.
I am committed to writing this scene, probably the darkest scene in the entire novel, but it will hurt.
I am relieved; I was able to hold back the seizure last night. I will not let myself be affected like that again, nothing like that is worth it.
I should get the mail soon; Friday and Saturday, two days' worth. I did not walk to the mailboxes yesterday because of the cold and snow.
I have not allowed myself personal time, real time, just for me, in a long time; I used to think it was too selfish. Now I may have to for my own health.
People need to stop hurting each other. It goes nowhere and becomes a vicious cycle. There is no love when there is this sort of mutual pain. There is only a ship of fools.
Charlotte is here, helping me clean house, and we are now watching the movie "Masters Of The Universe" which I have never seen.
Let the amusement begin.
Hah.
