A bit melancholy. Not sure why. Feel like my skin is still holding other people's stories, stretched a little too tight. The girls in the dorm next door woke me up early chattering about a garage sale they were evidently endeavoring to put together which involved rattling carts. While admiring, and to be honest, somewhat loathing their youthful enthusiasm, I slept poorly after that. Rumi wrote that we can be a guest house for our feelings, to welcome each one in as it knocks. Not easy. Today, I am standing at the door of my inner house and offering tea to these blues, this stretchedness. Care for Earl Grey?
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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