I think writing has been an asset for me but spelling hasn’t improved much. Seems like if I type fast enough the words will come without much thought……. it’s when I slow down that I have problems. When I have to think………
It’s hot about 100 degrees this week, I have to keep a close eye on my plants, they are suffering the heat and the wind but I may see flowers and cucumbers soon if I carefully tend them.
Work on the studio progresses slowly, I was even out there painting yesterday and the AC works hard but tomorrow I’ll get the material I need to insulate and it should be comfortable. My new fabric is at the post office to be picked up too so I’ll have some busy days ahead, Happy for that.
I found something I had written 6 years ago and wonder who I was then and am happy that is not who I am today. I’ll share it.
My mind feels light, sluggishly languishing here empty
Get old become an inconvenience
My thoughts have no weight to hold them in
they are forgotten before they are recognized
lost in the void that is my mind with no exit
to embrace only half a thought is useless to me
get old become an inconvenience
when your greatest fear is to be unloved
to be taken for a foolish melancholy woman
then you are certainly a foolish melancholy woman
melancholy thoughts bring sadness
they do not serve you well