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August 24, 2005
Oatmeal Morning
MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm... oatmeal... Organic maple nut oatmeal with rice milk. mmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmmm...
It feels like fall out. And looks like it too. There's a quality to the light on fall mornings that you don't see at other times. I wish I could describe it. A gentleness and a clarity, and that's the best I can do.
I think one of the reasons I feel so stuck, so anchorless, is because my life has drastically shifted down in terms of tension and demands on my time. I was thinking about this yesterday.
For the last two years, I have been go-go-go-ing like my ass was on fire. I have had deadlines and projects and assignments pretty much 24-7. Even when on "vacation" I always had something to work on, whether it was line memorization or projects that I was doing prep work on to lighten my load in the upcoming semester, and now I have...nothing...
Yes, I do have stuff to do. I have the yard to work on and I have monologues to memorize and prep and a knee to rehab (ran 2 + miles on it yesterday without any sense of it tiring, so that's good). And I have things to write and a couple of other projects to put together. And work to find. But it's all much, much slower than life has been for a while. So everything feels like it's come to a stop, when actually, it's still moving. It's just that I've been going at the pace of a fruit fly and now I need to adjust to more the pace of a giant sequoia.
I should probably start up the daily turtle meditations again.
Posted by sally at August 24, 2005 08:26 AM
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