Les gens heureux n'ont pas d'histoire... my days are flowing seamlessly. Tomorrow I leave for 4 blessed days by the sea, in Rockport, Massachussetts, like every other year. My shot of ocean, taken not intravenously but through my eyes, and ears, and nose and skin...
Here at home, I cannot convey the peace. I am completely alone human-wise, no calls, hardly an email. I have no schedule and all the time in the world to do the few things I have to do each day. I cook a lot and don't mind it because it becomes an activity in itself and not something bothersome to get out of the way. I talk to the cats. They talk back. There is no noise, no stress, no voice raised, no demand, no mess. The house is clean, pretty and serene. I am free as a kite, I answer to no one, I feel no pressure. Words fail me.
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