rest

i stayed in bed until the absolute last second today. was five minutes late to my workshop where i'm not being the bestest girl. i can't help it. the poet gave me a big hug last night and said,

you're such a fiery woman.

i nearly cried.

i'm grappling with a lot of things.

and it's a legitimate battle. you're doing it very honestly.

she hugged me again.
and i know today i have to get out of dodge. i just have to go take the train walk to the japanese art room and sit there. no pen, no paper, no pressure. let time take me where it will.

i'm not sure what else to do. i met a fiction writer last night who said,

listen to what is said and take the thing that affirms who you are least. the thing that stretches you.

which is helpful in some ways because so far, nothing here affirms me. it's all alien territory.

but i need time alone, so i seek it, with the artists of old. and i revisit the picasso sculpture i've never seen before. quite stunning, the first cubist sculpture. and the oil of that chick with they guy's head in a jar of basil. i love that painting. i'll have to try to find it.

peace. out.