if words could soothe

If words could soothe the thing that stings that throat that totes that ache that takes you out of sorts distorts the heaven mostly you exhort, I’d find remark exact embark to mark your path to wellness fell your dark in turn return your spark.

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We know is nature’s course of course not fond discourse nor force nor self-enhanced remorse will revivify your sigh (magnificent oh-my) your tender smart decry on which I deferentially rely.

But.

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Were comfort doled by nouns’ foretold, I’d steep tremendous pot of steaming exposition told, pile syntax uncontrolled, shore utterance and comment by your door, and ever-pray for cure, rapport, and more.

tempering demons

Sometimes I can't remember who I am. Sometimes morning places strange unfamiliar floor beneath — cool wood teasing groggy feet with tales and secrets I no longer understand. Planks in language I once knew but have now forgotten. The lists in front of me mock my hope with hidden meanings — lines between the lines — making work to sort the simple one thing then the next. Demons dance in folly sunbeams needing extra blink to persevere their giggling from my ears.

Thank goodness for birds.

news from the sofa

I could get used to this life of leisure. If I am fortunate enough to sustain myself without compromising the sense of well-being that is beginning to be restored to me, I will certainly die happy whenever is my time. I know it's not possible that the air is actually fresher than any fall in recent memory, but my nose is interpreting it as such, smelling joy in the crisp dampness as if it were her first autumn. Morning drive sans rush hour traffic is a new experience, delivering me to my first destination sans stress, in full retaining of the hopefulness the first air introduced. A small miracle. Noon came much more quickly than I'm used to (helped largely by my later rising no doubt) so lunch came sooner as well; how interesting. Available parking in Harvard Square chose the neighborhood; promise of warm tea and egg drop soup chose the venue. What a luscious treat to move in the world without deadlines. Reading took me to more reading; browsing at the Coop offered me Ideas as a perfect dessert (Surprisingly better than chocolate today.) Ideas such reliable breeders and seeking like kind take me to the beautiful Cambridge Public Library where cousin Inspiration likes to hang out. Hanging with double-I's found me books to add to my reading list, and DVDs to bring home:

• Chet Baker Live in Belgium 1964 & Norway 1979
• Sarah Vaughan Live in Sweden 1958 & 1964
• My Voyage to Italy - Martin Scorsese's documentary on the influence of Italian cinema on his life/work
• The L Word - complete 4th season (not that I've seen any of the other seasons....)

Happy Tuesday.