Tomorrow I'm headed to a beach with the family. When I get back, I'm tripping with a fellow bridesmaid to the ice cream town of Iowa. And then a good friend is coming out to visit. I have three different trip itineraries in my inbox and I am so excited because visitors are the best thing.
Last night I chopped and chopped. Onions, garlic, tomatoes, limes, avacados, jalapenos, ground turkey. Chopping makes me feel calm inside. And at 10, I had a friend over for tacos and a beer. It was the perfect ending to a great day.
Of course, I woke up at three and plunked a few pages out. I'm not going to know what to do when this is all over. Sleep through the night? What?
I'm about to crank that paper out. But before I do I want to share. I found this in my morning readings and fell in love:
"What does it feel like to be alive?
Living, you stand under a waterfall. You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed your dusty clothes, pick your barefoot way over the high, slippery rocks, hold your breath, choose your footing, and step into the waterfall. The hard water pelts your skull, bangs in bits on your shoulders and arms. The strong water dashes down beside you and you feel it along your calves and thighs rising roughly backup, up to the roiling surface, full of bubbles that slide up your skin or break on you at full speed. Can you breathe here? Here where the force is the greatest and only the strength of your neck holds the river out of your face. Yes, you can breathe even here. You could learn to live like this. And you can, if you concentrate, even look out at the peaceful far bank where you try to raise your arms. What a racket in your ears, what a scattershot pummeling!
It is time pounding at you, time. Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit."
Annie Dillard, An American Childhood
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