It’s the wee hours of Monday–I missed a day blogging. How did that happen?
We’re in Mojave at a cheap hotel. Ming keeps falling asleep on his phone and popping up again.
The light in here is bad and harsh. I was working on a new zine–soupline 2. Telling some stories I need to tell about homeless friends I had and lost. I feel very good about it.
The best feelings in the world:
telling a story I need to tell, a hug from a loved one, anticipation of a delicious event, freedom, blissful contentment, that pink feeling of wellness I get in my body sometimes when I’m praying in bed, about to fall asleep, one had on my tummy, one arm around Bunny or Ming. Suddenly getting a new idea that feels exciting and important and that I believe will help me make a great change. Dancing–a blissful feeling of movement after I didn’t dance for a while–remembering my whole body can be celebrating like that.
gratitude list
ok hotel room
quiet except the ac white noise
a return home
faith / hopefulness
options
I took a benedryl for an allergic reaction I’m having, and it just kicked in. So here I go back to bed. Good night, homies.
