Ten.Nine Hundred & Eighty-Eight
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Normal time.
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Still groggy. May need to make some adjustments.
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Grateful for the time to gather. I’ve missed every call so to be able to sit there and just listen, be present, breathe, meditate. I needed it more than I realized.
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Messages asking if we are okay, if I am okay. I am fine. Fine is a default response that ignores the particularities of an experience.
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I really should just rest.
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We drive to the farmer’s market pop-up to support the local small farms. The lines are around the corner and kind of doubled-up and everyone looks like they are still standing to close to one another. I tell him that it’s too many people and that we’ll just go to Urban Edge.
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Beets, gold potatoes, sweet potatoes, kale, local honey, cara cara and blood oranges, the calendar I wanted last summer but didn’t get.
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Taxes. Now, there’s really no excuse of not having enough time.
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I don’t think it’s me. Maybe it is me. Maybe it’s all of us. Maybe we should drive to the beach and go stare at the ocean.
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We could be doing things differently.