Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be there.
And whether or not is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
lime and turquoise espresso cups. tiny espresso pot from ikea. organic coffee. sugar. stir. (don’t tempt me.)
scrap paper. pack all in flowery bag. mess hair. go out. quit waiting.
to do: learn how to cope with days when even your pink sunglasses / hair fixed up with orange and green clothes pegs doesn’t really work.
This weekend Sunday stretches in two full days. Rhubard pie, dishes, pink marigolds, I seem to lose the first morning. I say it’s Sunday, Andrew says it’s any other day. It’s really too cold for card games in the park.
I make a list of topics for the book. I buy myself a basketball. Go to the attic to find the lost India.arie. Come down with black and white film and nirvana records. I wonder what I’ll remember this summer for; lollipops. attacking swans. nightime walks. basketball practice. grass stains on jeans. or something else?
p.s. Alternative midsummer in city. Swimming, basketball, picnics. And other adventures.
My red shirt has a stain and the hole in it shows bright orange undershirt. My socks are striped pinks and my hair curly mess uncombed for days. If we would have played colour, I had been the winner. Funny how things can change.
The keyring reads home, it makes me chuckle everytime. The first real home of my own; the green room makes my toes curl.
loving: the cuteness of charlotta and ilisu.
eating: bananas with brown spots.
liking: we are what we do.
designing: emmalaiho.net. coming soon.
thinking: postcards and stuff.
