Friday night. Let’s first say, I am grateful for this time for contemplation, but then again, when am I not contemplating? but with words, I am grateful for this time of contemplation in words. There seems lots to be sorted out. Lots to think about. Jess complains that I tire too easily, only if she knew how busy I am in here. But I let thoughts float unorganized, and they occupy and consume me. So I am grateful for this time of contemplation in words, organized words, well, at least I’ll try, organized is really quite a relative word. 

I just finished doing a cleanse. My body feels quite good. Light and unburdened, a bit more energized and it is complaining less than before the cleanse. I want to do a cleanse for my mind, so it, too, could be light and unburdened, a bit more energized, and less complaints. I’ll resort to breathing. I trust that if I do it studiously like the way I took my colon/liver cleanse pills (three times a day with meal, six pills a time), it’ll help flush out the toxins in my mind. 

Last night Eric and I took our turns saying our thanks over dinner (it was a delicious feast cooked by him, of roast chicken with herb butter, roasted potatoes and garlic, stuffing with bits of pancetta, buttered asparagus, broccoli and corn with cheese sauce, oh and gravy, the divine sauce of chicken fat, shallots and mushrooms and I don’t know what else he put in it but it was yum… ten thousand calories later, I wished we had bought pumpkin pie for dessert). Like me, Eric likes to remind himself of the things that he’s grateful for, this is an attribute of his that I am grateful for ; )

They say being with someone is like dancing, this is probably one of the oldest metaphors. It rings especially true for me because I suck very badly at dancing. My body feels awkward in every joint, I lose beat, and involuntarily I make funny faces… There are brief moments of fluidity and before I could finish thinking, hey look at me, I am grrrrroooooovyyyy (granted, it’s not very groovy to say groovy, tricky word…), I step on you again. 

I think I am gonna watch myself a few episodes of West Wing, Dun Dun DUN! and head to bed. Tomorrow morning I am going to the writers’ festival with Mark. It’ll be poetry reading, which is right up our alleys. I haven’t mentioned him in a long time, but he remains one of my dearest friends. There are very few people in the world who make me relax enough to come through authentically and he’s definitely one of them.