The Lady Waits
It's been a long time since I have written here.
Today is the first day of June, already.
The month of May passes quickly and full of events and emotions, as always.
I fell in love, sitting in green grass in the parks, laying in his arms on the beach during the heatwave. But I'm already back where I started, fighting off pride and loneliness, making plans to head back to New York City at the end of the summer.
I graduated from Yoga school in a sweet ceremony full of song.
Now I am twenty-three years old. I was sick in bed on my birthday, but my very oldest lifelong friend, my Godbrother, was visiting me, and we spent memorial day weekend riding our bikes all over this town, playing make-believe with the simple pleasure of our childhood, racing the fog inland from the ocean.
Yesterday I flew my yellow machine through the fog all the way to the Outer Richmond, taking my time through the Golden Gate Park, stopping to stroll through the gardens at the Conservatory of Flowers. Returning home through the long pacific twilight, I stopped in the rose garden and felt myself full of the smile of the flowers, my moccasin-boots deep in the thick green grass. The rose garden is my new favorite haven in this strange, colorful city, peach and pale pink and white, smelling like honey.
I wake early these days. I am filled with images of these hillsides, the sun and wind, the fog. I want more, and I want less confusion to come with it.
The morning in bed, red-filled room, the clack of the keys and Francoise Hardy, the feeling of seeking and of solitude. The laptop and the handmade quilt, the sheepskin slippers and the dried lilacs hanging over the mirror, where yesterday I wrote:
What does he know of love who did not have to despise precisely what he loved? Go into your loneliness with your love and with your creation, my brother, and only much later will justice limp after you. ~Nietzsche
Yesterday I also joined the Sierra Club at the special rate of $15 for the promise of a reproduction 1892 rucksack. Today I'm venturing back to the yoga studio for the first time since graduation, and going dress shopping at the boutiques on 24th street as a belated birthday gift from my mother.
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