i was drawing naked people in a figure drawing class
and watching the chico trees themselves undress
reading les miserables and the chronicles of narnia
running everyday to keep my sanity
day dreaming about slo
ripping pages from a cheap bible to paste on the wall
trying to keep cool, then warm
trying to believe that life would not always be so gnarly.
and now, 13 months later,
i have an address in the town i love
only prayers to pay my bills
(i complain not, i assure you)
half the roomates
twice the recipes
the grapes of wrath
a summer spent with my jesus beneath a fig tree in my friend's backyard
a red hair boy who sat under that fig tree and wept
and the tree outside that was blighted by the heat, but decided not to give up and grew new leaves in october anyway.
an excerpt from my first post:
"i shall embrace my fate as a pilgrim, tethering myself loosely to this one stationary website...like a kite, i guess. tethers are great because they help you remember where you're from, and that the wind will not always carry on so forcefully...they are a hope that someday you will be reeled back in."
and in the meantime, i bake. today is irish soda bread made with white whole wheat flour, bob's 10-grain cereal and flaxseed...
you gotta love the irish for the crosses in their bread