i find pieces of myself at the strangest times. strolling between farmers’ market stalls where the season’s first batch of cherries are sweet (though not as sweet as they will be in a few weeks), or basking in the 90 degree sun on an unsuspecting sunday.
i think i’m solar powered.
the blazing sun speaks to me…or lets me speak to myself… in a way that tepid temperatures do not.
and so this weekend was much needed. it did nothing to relieve the tension knots in my back and shoulder (the thai massuess was distressed at their prominence and tenacity) but i managed to see parts of myself that have been clouded by…by…i’m not sure what, but obscured none the less.
and now…now i see a little sliver of some thing that looks and feels familiar. it’s a glimpse…