Today was a lesson in how awkward I am in my own body. And trying to move anyway — with limited success. It’s like I can’t quite pull myself out into the open. Still, a few pictures are good. Next time will be better.
Now I’m listening to new (to me) Nina Simone, waiting for the song I bought the album for, and for my dinner to cook.
Last night I had a dream that echoed a dream I had in 2003. Watching the movie Moon — which is an astounding piece — I kept seeing images echoing dreams as well. Echoes like haunts of old ways of communicating, or like spasms of new ones. A lot of the last few years felt like being in an isolation tank. Now I feel I’m in some kind of resonance chamber. Navigating by echolocation. Here’s the song I was waiting for. The last time I heard this song — Suzanne — was the first time, housesitting for Caitlin’s sister. It gave me a tidal fit of ecstatic crying. And just now, hearing it again, it did did the same thing to me — sudden laughing-crying and then gone, another echo.
It looks like I’m going swimming in the morning. My muscles are all sore, and I wish I could swim right now. It’s been too long since a good night swim. Maybe it’s been even longer since a morning swim…