"I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live."
~ Francoise Sagan.
At the moment I am home alone listening to the music of Susana Baca and other gifted women of the world. Her sexy, fleshy, bird-like voice slips through the window, past green leaves and flowers, and into a perfect combination of sun and cool blue sky. I've spent the morning picking up the house, sewing Asian silk patches into my 5 year old niece's jeans, making lunch, doing laundry, and generally feeling like I'm falling behind myself.
I started writing this earlier today and got distracted. What does that say about me? hmmm...I don't know except that, believe or not, my life is starting to feel like it holds the potential to find order in the haphazardness of my days. I'm looking forward to the notion of making
Anyway, I have a thesis to write. Maybe it's just the coolness of fall in the air, but I'm finding myself ready to make a plan and have more focused purpose in my life. Getting settled has been full of excitement and stress and newness...but now I'm ready to get down to work. The best part is the sense of relief I feel to have finally arrived at this state of mind.