Friday 15 April 2011: Moon Over Somerville
Walking home from yoga, past the ballfield. It's cold today, the wind is bitter, we haven't left the 40's. It'll be warm again in a few days.
On Wednesday, the day of big realizations, I spent several hours vocalizing (aka committing to paper) some things I want. I thought you could have an excerpt today:
I've been circumstantially forced to think about the future a lot lately - goals, wants, dreams, and the realization that they are not perhaps what I thought they were at first. So I'm thinking I should commit it all to paper - the ultimate dreams and wants - the things I am beginning to find non-negotiable somehow.
I want a house in the mountains, probably the southwest. I want to have a studio room, a room to write and love and photograph, to put things together with my hands. A room with a long, clear window to outside, where I can see the mountains year round and the wild places all around me. I want a record player to take all the music I love in there with me.
I want to raise goats and make goats' milk and goats' soap. I want to see their little faces in springtime. I want a garden with vegetables and a fruit tree or two, and an agave plant so big everyone has to do a double take.
I want to be able to work from home and be creative all the time. And if it all works out, a partner to do it all with - someone who loves nature and the outdoors, who is themselves an artist - a musician, a writer, a painter, anything. Someone who is alive.
I want a couple children, maybe, if we feel like it. They can run through the newly turned garden barefoot and with joy. I want the peace of a life simply lived, in touch with nature and the artistic craft. I want to be able to laugh all day, alive with wonder and joy at what luck we have.
I've been feel very open-hearted lately. The spring, my yoga, photography, the promise of so many new things. I feel like there is so much life to live. It's a glorious feeling.