Leaves of Grass
Woke up this morning at 6am with the urge to get out of bed and go back to unpacking. Back sore from heavy lifting, head groggy from a day of over-stimulation and a night of sleeping in a new home. Instead, I picked up my current read ("I Celebrate Myself" a biography of Allen Ginsberg), read for a good solid hour, and then fell back into a heavy and happy sleep.
I'm enjoying reading "a story". Despite the fact that it's non-fiction... It feels so poetic, romantic, and not a book about politics, the environment, or Buddhism (yet). Mmmm...
| I CELEBRATE myself; | |
| And what I assume you shall assume; | |
| For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. |
I'm feeling inspired. New home is bright and open with a beautiful green fresh view. Apparently, we share the view of a valley that Hemingway once shared. Isn't that fantastic?
Good morning new home, beautiful view, and internet. Time for coffee. xo.
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