Sunday morning, and I’m falling...
The Velvet Underground
...slept something like twelve or thirteen hours...making up for nights of staying up ’til eight in the morning writing blog posts while looking after people in rehab...woke up Sunday morning to find the cupboard was bare...so made a pot o’ coffee...(yes, you hardcore ayurvedic people out there, I know...)...and called some friends in South Philly to see if they were up for brunch...biked ten miles to their house and that hipster Mexican place on Passyunk for tortillas and salsa, along with a couple pitchers of blackberry margaritas...(I’m guessing the serious ayurvedic types have quit reading by this point)...starting out at a sidewalk table before having to move inside because of a sudden downpour...which, surprisingly enough, left things considerably hotter and more humid for the ride home...though, as it turns out, a picnic table by the river can be a perfect place for an impromptu savasana on a sweltering early summer afternoon...
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
The Velvet Underground
...slept something like twelve or thirteen hours...making up for nights of staying up ’til eight in the morning writing blog posts while looking after people in rehab...woke up Sunday morning to find the cupboard was bare...so made a pot o’ coffee...(yes, you hardcore ayurvedic people out there, I know...)...and called some friends in South Philly to see if they were up for brunch...biked ten miles to their house and that hipster Mexican place on Passyunk for tortillas and salsa, along with a couple pitchers of blackberry margaritas...(I’m guessing the serious ayurvedic types have quit reading by this point)...starting out at a sidewalk table before having to move inside because of a sudden downpour...which, surprisingly enough, left things considerably hotter and more humid for the ride home...though, as it turns out, a picnic table by the river can be a perfect place for an impromptu savasana on a sweltering early summer afternoon...
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
Paul Tillich
...had a dream somewhere in there in which someone was trying to convince me it was time to get some more therapy...and, in the dream, at least, I agreed...
...had a dream somewhere in there in which someone was trying to convince me it was time to get some more therapy...and, in the dream, at least, I agreed...
*thanks to Brandon for the coffee art*
