I wake early, light a candle and meditate. I am always amazed at the light one candle can give, the mobility and grace. I bought a mobile of hearts recently and hung it over my desk. The candle light makes heart shadows on the ceiling. I am entranced with all there is with which to play.
"The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves."
- Carl Jung
I am this morning with the pain I was feeling in my core yesterday, the ache and bruising and how today it feels like a star. I feel a star bursting forth from the center of my being, there by my heart, and my throat feels like the rippling throat of a songbird. I want to sing, to soar. I am with non-attachment. You know what the book means to me and yet I can't seem to work on it right now, though I will speak to Jane soon and I guess I will be working on it, but I have made an altar for it, and it rests on an antique table that was my grandmother's. I brought the table upstairs and covered it with a cloth and placed it with care. I set treasures atop the papers that are the book as it is now, and it marinates waiting for me to be able to again take it in.
Today is an East Bay day and I feel up for that. I feel a wiggle in my fin.