Ten.Four Hundred & Eighty-Four
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Still so dark but it’s 6:23. I see a text from my mom. They are on their way to Jerusalem.
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Contemplating a sunrise walk even though the sky is covered over with thick gray clouds. I make coffee and fill a bowl with cereal and flax milk.
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The sound of tape stretching across a box.
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I park under the maple and its bouquet of red leaves. The wind is blowing everything around. It’s snowing leaves.
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I decide to start from the very beginning. I hear the wisdom that I needed to hear. I think about whether or not I like how Christian this is. I think about the conversations we’ve had in mom’s group about how one’s relationship with God changes shape over time. I am still not sure where I am on the line between belief and disbelief.
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But my kind faith doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s. And then I see A’Driane’s post.
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I take a 2.5 hour nap. I blame it on the weather. And on mental exhaustion.
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I am craving time and space to sit and make art. I am packing up a box of Fever Dreams and all I want to think about are the projects for next October.
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Haven’t been to Meson Sabika since our first friend date. 2012 Conde de Haro Cava and two bottles of 2009 of Vino Ardanza. “Are we celebrating anything today?” “Friendship.”
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He’s putting a pillow in its case. “This is our second to last Sunday in this house.”