Monday, January 30, 2012
see no future, pay no rent
I write - or not really WRITE, but mostly come up with most of my ideas behind the wheel. I do. I just can't stop it. I jot down crazy and messy words that will trigger a memory or a thought I serenely had alone on 600 N. Or I'll text a short note in my phone on I-69 that punches me with poignant emotion...for example:
"Harvest-dust smells sweet, settling in my lungs under a sky I won't ruin with words" or
"Sometimes the tree bark in my blood gives me a rest. And I think the earth is turning like it should."
And let's face the reality, Toto and writing blows any other kind of religion I've tried out of the water.
So, lets not forget about what happened yesterday. The clouds were sickeningly insane. I can't begin to comprehend the overwhelming sense of warmth coursing through my blood. I was driving into the best mixture of moisture, light, dark and earth science. I needed to pull over and dip my hands in mud near a cemetery. Or offer some sort of gift to the universe that might make it think about gracing me with these skies everyday. Or lay flat in the fields near homes nestled comfortably in a county kind of forgotten.
I didn't do these things. Instead, I took pictures.
And I thought, I'll blog about this. I, also, thought that my car just might be the only real sanctuary for a gal like me.