Today is Sunday.
I have to try and find that place that pays me a salary...my job.
The snowcation is over. That is what I tell myself. The weatherman says we may see part III. :)
Must prepare mentally for the transition of a week of pajamas and socks to work slacks and dress shoes. Will have to brush my hair, I suppose. Might be nice. It might.
Today thought poetry would get my head right.
Went with Audre Lorde
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| Photo Source For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking inward and outward at once before and after seeking a now that can breed futures like bread in our children's mouths so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours: |
Maybe a little dark. I have been locked in small house for the last nine days. Don't judge.
This poem is lovely--not dark! Maybe a little wistful? I will definitely have to look me up some more Audre Lorde!
ReplyDeleteI completely understand what you mean! I've been locked away in my cabin for weeks! Snow blocks me in, ice makes it impossible to get out, and rain just creates a mudslide. Bad for driving all around.
ReplyDeleteI miss summer.