This summer is brutal in terms of heat. I feel the climate changing. Maybe I have just lived long enough to witness a shift. In any case, I feel myself shifting with everything around me. The walls are covered with cloth fragments and we are living on fruit. Drifting from this to that, depending on the the way the day begins and ends, I probably would not know what day it was at all except for the reminders on my blackberry and computer screen. I feel like I have become more of a dreamer than ever before.
A lot of time is spent, watering the small garden plot during an extended drought. My little island of green. After a good overnight soak, it welcomes the heat in a tangle of growth and thankfulness.
I will go check on mom today. Maybe stitch a bit of silk. Sip a bit of tea. Untangle a few things.
