Sometimes I come home and I realise I should never ever ever say that I am bored.
Even as I look at the unread books by the side of my bed, I realise that I have a lot left undone – in life, in my mind, in my hopes. Same with work, but then again – if there wasn’t something to do at the end of the day, it wouldn’t be a job.
But this is the way of the ghost dog, way of the samurai.
It’s the start of the Tour de France tonight.
I’ve been sick now for several days and it makes me feel kind of disjointed from people and from myself. But in a nice way, as if I’ve just come unmoored and then floated away somewhere nice. You know that feeling? I still feel like I could/should go to sleep for another week, but I am hoping to get back to peak performance sooner rather than later. Needless to say, I am not running a marathon today. I will, however, be back at pilates. Hoping to find the kind of strength and balance that my writing compadre has been talking about.
Anyway, among the very few things that I have actually done this week, I had a look at a few photos. These are some that I like.
In the mean time, just warning (get sad and sobby) that I am going to take a bit of a break from writing here – and please come along to Words or Whatever on the 22nd of July. Because Betsy and I will be performing there – a relaunch of the Queensland Poetry Festival Set, which will rock out even harder in the chilly weather of mid-winter Brisbane. Wear your woolies!
The launch of the festival was really fun, with Janaka and Michelle and Sheish combining forces to keep the crowd as warm as could be considered possible in the chill of the night. I’m looking forward to the real thing!
eleanor j jackson 