Abandoning any hope of composition in this chaos . . .
For those of you that have been keeping up, I really enjoyed my Aquarian Brezsnyscope this week. And yes, I totally agree with him about reality. And I thought it oddly true of yesterday and today.
This morning I had to get up much earlier for the lovely procrastination of the students furiously typing up bibliography pages 5 minutes before deadline. This allowed me to see BLUE. Like really nice after dawn yesterday rain washed complimenting cathedral peak BLUE. Agreeing with most of the world, the spirit behind blue is worth the lack of sleep. Water and sky and all the mirroring therein. Blue.
And since pigeons didn’t manage to wake me, I was reminded by my radio that I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Thankfully, because imagine the gaping hole of nothingness inherent in satiation — beyond the feeling of accomplishment. What would I do with myself without the constant quest and struggle for meaning? Sleep more . . . and hope for a dream?
Oh, and the parents are coming. And spring break is next week. That means I may dissappear for awhile but I’ll be back. And I’ll be here tomorrow, so . . . ciao.