August 13, 2009
House keeping
I could hardly wait to get home today from work so that I could release some of this creative energy that began to collect in my head this morning. I had a plethora of ideas stabbing my right brain hemisphere all day causing so much anxiety. Anyway, I am home now and the muses have departed. Go figure. I think it is really good, however, because I need to do something domestic tonight. I want to close the door to my laundry room and fold a mountain of clothes – I want to tri fold my towels the way my mother did instead of double fold like I do when I am in a hurry. I want to think of her and how I would watch the lyrical way she folded towels and washed dishes and wiped the kitchen table while she talked to me; I want to ache for those moments. I want to put groceries away in my cabinet being mindful of order and wash all of the shelves clean of cracker crumbs. I want to put things in their places. Then, I want to go outside when the late summer sun is near the ground but not yet gone and look at my untidy garden and imagine, once again, how it will look in fall. I will decide where the cabbages will go and whether I will plant cauliflower and then I will gather my eggs and come inside. By then, I may want to paint a while.
summer's end
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