Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Sixty-Nine
Monday meditation in bed.
Purple grapes. A few crispy leaves. Clear blue sky.
If we can just laugh a little more.
It’s only 10:30 in the morning, and I can already feel the heat.
Everything is coming together so beautifully. It’s a beautiful space. A beautiful place.
He says he’s going to actually try this year because everyone is on him to try more. Like who? Everyone.
Maybe in another life, I could do website stuff.
I better start reading.
Keep buying into the fairytales.
“Being an artist means to be continually asking, ‘How can it be better?’ whatever it is. It may be your art, and it may be your life.” - The Creative Act: A Way of Being