Last night I stayed up too late, woke up late and got off to a slow start. I made a vase and then that vase cracked so I smooshed it into a ball. I spent the afternoon cleaning my painting studio instead of working on the three paintings that need to be finished. I then got a letter in the mail summoning me for jury duty next month. I spent the night sulking and icing my back.

I made a new playlist of mostly older songs that I grew up listening to as a kid.

I love rituals and this article made me love them even more.

And when you’ve got nothing else there’s always Mary Oliver…

I DON’T WANT TO BE DEMURE OR RESPECTABLE

I don’t want to be demure or respectable.
I was that way, asleep, for years.
That way, you forget too many important things.
How the little stones, even if you can’t hear them, are singing.
How the river can’t wait to get to the ocean and the sky, it’s been there before.
What traveling is that!
It is a joy to imagine such distances.
I could skip sleep for the next hundred years.
There is a fire in the lashes of my eyes.
It doesn’t matter where I am, it could be a small room.
The glimmer of gold Böhme saw on the kitchen pot
was missed by everyone else in the house.

Maybe the fire in my lashes is a reflection of that.
Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy.
Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere?
Listen to me or not, it hardly matters.
I’m not trying to be wise, that would be foolish.
I’m just chattering.