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So its 3:44 in the mornin and I'm awake-- shocker. I'm wearin HUGE baggy pajamas and waitin to fall asleep on the couch. Breathing deep and placid, I feel my days pan out before me. There is peace everywhere.
I think of the sunrises I've seen.
--Courtney's roof: 10th grade. House sitting with Emily this summer. A million Provo all-nighters my freshman year. Waking up to Blythe, California in the passenger's seat.--
Always, there is a feeling of revival-- if there be any part of you that is still numb, grey, oppressed, indifferent-- it is waking.
Where a sunset would evoke longing, a sunrise conjures up contentment.
Tonight I realize, that I am grateful, alive, young, waking up over and over.
I am a strong woman, searching out my truth.
I am a weak daughter, with hopeful windows.
I am almost discovered.
2 comments:
There was a Gilmore Girls episode with Norman Mailer in it..and that's all I know of him really. Until now.
I created a word for how I feel about our blog connection. Blogstalk. Seriously. I remain addicted to your writing, your words, you. I LOVE LOVE LOVE you woman. I miss you and I'm glad we both maintain this connection.
Oh and I downloaded that song. You best believe I'm getting my spark back. I love it...it was lost for a little while. But it's back. Sass attack here in Eugene.
Lyndsi, I love your blog. I miss you.
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