I splurged for much needed sleep and now here I am, up here with minutes left to write and my hair all messed up like a cartoon character. My moods are pretty good these days. I haven’t felt any kind of major emotional plummet, which is good, even if it only lasts for a little while. All kinds of factors play into this, the Houston weather being one of them. Yesterday I drove to lunch and it was so hot I had to turn on the air conditioner. That’s the kind of thing I’m talking about. Life has changed a lot. I’ve left, I’m done with the east coast.
here a girl pulls
into the parking lot
with her front bumper
dragging across the ground
plastic in all its glory
side window taped up
I’m thinking about going to see Howard Zinn in Austin on the 17th. He is an incredible speaker and writer and in his talks has described himself as an anarchist, which I appreciate. Not every scholastic wants to put themselves on the line like that.
. . .
My day yesterday was solid. More of the same, you know, hard work. But I’m getting through it, and at times, with grace and a kind of inner calm. It’s been mentioned more than once there how calm I am. I joked back, “How exactly am I supposed to behave with this staple gun?” No no, in general, they say.
I think of ways in which I can be kind and loving to everyone, if only mentally, with my imagination.
I was never initiated by a Vaishnava. I see the path I’ve cut for myself now…