I sit today, drink tea and listen to the rain. I am going through old poetry listening to a voice that was once so familiar. The rain is lovely and drenching and it smells sweet in the air. Thunder rumbles occasionally – just to say hello.
I went and bought a new notebook today. “Did I need more paper?” you ask. Well, no truly- but I wanted something blank and new and so I went and wandering around the bookstore collecting ideas and then after a bit walked out with a fresh, clean Moleskine sketchbook- because truly it is the only thing that will do.
So now I listen to the rain and try to figure out a way to collect all the butterflies that are fluttering about in my brain. They are seem so different- so unconnected and yet I have a feeling that they must come together- all of these thoughts.
I have the urge to make it whole. To set out on a new endeavour- but I am seeking a new way to do this. I don’t want to turn to someone else- be it book or job description to sort out each step… I want to wander the course myself. Though I must confess that I am at a bit of a loss for this. But you can’t really know where you are going when wandering… so I shall try to get comfortable with the idea.
Truly, feeling all over the place, but tis a good day for that I suppose.