Wednesday, April 9, 2014


This morning I had an authentic experience. Capital authentic. 

So hard to get up, haven't gone out for two weeks. My mom was here. I don't know what that was all about.

The Gypsy moves you from behind sings Bob Dylan on New Morning. And I think when i hear it this new morning, yes it does. Because I'm angry when I feel low energy and depressed, pissed off not to feel as wondrously made as I am. I mean, hello! I've been reading magic school bus goes in the human body to the girls and it is amazing in there!

So the gypsy moved me to get off my ass and dance this morning, lit a fire. And I turned a corner.

Yes, I had to force the gate open

1 comment:

  1. Love this. Love your reflections. Love that you forced the gate open, because sometimes that is exactly what we must do.