and it all keeps flying by, without me.
tonight is supposed to be catch-up night- writing back the nice people that wrote me congratulatory emails last week; calling the friends i have communicated with solely through text messaging, facebook, and emails for the last two weeks; fleshing out some/any(!) of the crazy ideas i've had over the last few weeks, scribbled here and there and on this blog; writing and addressing thank you notes to people who have taken time out of their schedules to hear my words.
but all i want to do is sit on the couch, drink some wine and watch pbs.
i need some inspiration. so, to lucille clifton i go:
you come to teachwhich when, which which. these are the questions i ask. now to pay attention.
and to learn
you do not know
pay attention to
what sits inside yourself
and watches you
you may sometime discover