Ok, So here we are back in springtime in Charleston. It's hot again. Sometimes I find a bad mood has crept up on me. I'm angry and impatient and depressed even. It takes me a while to realize, no, no, I'm none of those things. I am simply hot. Sweltering hot.
An even keel is impossible to maintain if my body is boiling on the inside.
But, on a happier note, no place is finer (especially when the ac is roaring) than Charleston in the Spring. I'm just so happy here.
It's everything good you've ever wanted with warm air and singing birds and sunshine and lazy weekends. And, lazy is the operative word.
I am not painting at all.
I am cooking well and often. I have made one really good friend. And I am sitting around a lot.
It's been a long time since I've had a good friend. Years. Years and years.
That being so - I am (maybe too) aware that these things are special and that life (for me at least) doesn't always provide such companionship. So I allow myself the laziness -
the sitting around, the cooking, the eating, the lack of creating anything, the lack of any ambition at all.
And the best part about it is, that being old, and having been around the block several times, I am consciously aware that it does not get better than this and that there truly is nothing to achieve and nothing to improve on and that in any second, it might be years again until I have such a meeting of the soul (if ever). So, maybe for the first time in my life, I am truly enjoying the companionship of another.
So maybe that's why I had to wait years. So when it happened, all I could say, is "thank you."
thank you.