“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.” ~ C.S. Lewis

Last-minute prep for shower. Will be so glad when this thing is over, and I can relax again. I get too worked up over things like this, striving for perfection, upset at myself that I’ve forgotten this detail or that detail. I am my own worst enemy, in every sense of the word. My back feels like a sack of walnuts, and my neck’s range-of-motion on the right is sorely impaired. To top if off, I don’t think that I’ve eaten today.

Enough. Real post tomorrow, mayhaps.


Music by Matt Corby, “Lonely Boy”



Let us deceive ourselves a little
while Let us pretend that air
is earth and falling lie resting
within each other’s gaze Let us

deny that flame consumes that
fruit ripens that the wave must
break Let us forget the circle’s
fixed beginning marks to the
instant its ordained end Let us

lean upon the moment and expect
time to enfold us space sustain
our weight Let us be still and

falling lie face to face and drink
each others breath Be still
Let us be still We lie secure

within the careful mind of death

~ May Swenson