satyapriya (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
satyapriya) wrote2018-02-01 10:09 am
satyapriya) wrote2018-02-01 10:09 am
Entry tags:
And the next day
Body weak and tired today, mind empty, grey. Putting a humourous face over it. Being light in my talk, but underneath, wreckage. It's the way I push through.
Today, a walk in sunlight, extra Vitamin B, buy a new sketchbook to take to Brisbane, and some lead pencils. A sharpener, because all ours disappear into the maelstrom of the house. Go to belly dance class tonight. Please, anxiety, let me. Eat well, eat nourishing, eat a treat as well. Go into the garden and sing. Burn incense.
No, don't expect writing. Not today. Not when you're so broken.
Just be.
Today, a walk in sunlight, extra Vitamin B, buy a new sketchbook to take to Brisbane, and some lead pencils. A sharpener, because all ours disappear into the maelstrom of the house. Go to belly dance class tonight. Please, anxiety, let me. Eat well, eat nourishing, eat a treat as well. Go into the garden and sing. Burn incense.
No, don't expect writing. Not today. Not when you're so broken.
Just be.