the great gorge

before any diet, i'm not alone in this, one must gorge on whatever it is they are quitting. for me, that's sensory input.

but of course, there is a group of poets meeting tomorrow whom i have been meaning to get to, and it is likely the only time i can meet with them for who knows, maybe ever. so do i go?

i will, if it works out. i won't if it doesn't. how's that?

i decided to work out today, listen to beowulf on tape, and do the laundry, as is my custom on mondays.

it's blazing hot today, so i'm grateful to be able to take it relatively easy.

but this diet of the mind is looming on my horizon and today, i feast. i may have to shop a bit this week, work digs. but whatever.

my girl got up early to get ready for camp, but first, she paints a picture, a watercolor of a horse. and it's gorgeous. i can't deny that. but there is so much else to do and i question her priorities many times.

i won't paint at all this week,

she says.

i'm not saying that. i'm just saying, get everything done before you paint.

having almost missed belly dancing class writing a poem about belly dancing, i can understand how captivating creating is. and both must be done. it's just a matter of priorities.