that life reminds you how fragile it is
how precious
how delicate
how beautiful
how full of abundance.
let it come to me
in boundfulls and handfulls and graciousness.
M
Today starts like many others November 11, 2007
with a sore head. I overindulged again, which was wholey and compleatly the point.
Sold my fridge yesterday and im moving out of my flat in a few day.
I cooked up a storm with the left over fridgeness, and we had a feast. C and i started on the hoard of cheap wine from successive ‘pak n save’ sales.
I wonder when i will stop just having fun and be a proper grown up?!
The feeling that i am waiting for something to happen, something to shift, is dull and quiet and always there. Somethings wrong…
Just one more drink, just one more trip in the car, just one more rubbish bag.
Next time ill take the bus, next time ill stay sober, next time ill recycle.
When do things change?
Again , a sore head in the morning. Fabulous.
