Lovely Day Of Change
Lovely day
In contrast to other days, today casts a different light. It settles on my mind in a blissful, hovering existence. It is almost as though I wish nothing else to come between this day and me. It’s almost as if I wish time could freeze so I could feel as full as I feel right now.
On other day’s I have felt as though life is blindly blundering on past me, taking no notice as it crushes me, one day at a time. I’ve been feeling like that Virginia Woolf quote, “with one’s hair flying back like the tail of a race-horse. Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard.”
But today was in so many ways, a change from the everyday. I am so grateful.
My only class was in the morning…an early class, so I explored Lone Mountain a bit and sat down to a quiet bowl of porridge before class. The class itself wasn’t much, but I was prepared at least, having flipped through pages and pages the night before in the eerily quiet atrium.
I came back to my room, drowsy. I slept until the sun rose just a little bit higher.
I read. Laying the over-sized book in front of me, I dragged my pillow onto the floor, setting my elbows upon it, and letting my feel rest on the chair behind me… my favorite study position.
Later my mother joined me in the city. She helped me find and lode up art supplies into the car from a Height street art store. We enjoyed an early picnic dinner in the late afternoon sun in front of a serene lake in golden gate park.
A man sat down at a nearby bench, simply to take out his violin and play music out in the fresh air. He played beautiful melodies, some Irish sounding, some classical. It was when I lazily lay there on the grass, listening to this man play in the park that I realized that we get what we make of things. He came there to play music…to simply follow his passion and enjoy the day. If we desire something different to be happening to us, we must follow our passions… do what makes us feel like ourselves. And then if we are open to it… things will begin to fall into place.
I took a walk around the lake with my mother, feeding the pidgins. I gleefully tossed pieces of bread to the hungry birds, excited like a little child, at how occasionally I could land a piece on one of their backs. It would bounce, and the birds couldn’t care less. But I was wonderfully entertained.
They birds came and went in a mass of feathers, darkening the sky with wings. They made the most delightful sound as they took off into the air, the powerful beat of wings, feathers on feathers, and a high, sweet little echo as they took flight.
I said goodbye to my mother, and went to meet some friends in Crossroads. We debated going out to get Thai, but when ended up with ice cream and billiard balls. We decided to play pool, chatting between shots and playing the piano.
Eventually as night fell we all went off to study in various locations. I took my place in the atrium, where no one talks, but you can hear the growling absence of speech. It’s almost as if the air hums with so many people in the large room.
And then I walked up the flight of stairs to my dorm, and enjoyed an extra long shower. Under the cascading water, I brushed my teeth, looking up at the tiny little holes that expelled the droplets. It is one of life’s greatest pleasures to be able to brush one’s teeth in the shower, especially with spearmint.
And this was my day. Simple, but with a glorious balance that made me feel like I don’t have to leave out parts of myself. I actually felt as though a day here could be beautiful, and not lonely at all. It’s only lonely when you forget to do things you love.
In contrast to other days, today casts a different light. It settles on my mind in a blissful, hovering existence. It is almost as though I wish nothing else to come between this day and me. It’s almost as if I wish time could freeze so I could feel as full as I feel right now.
On other day’s I have felt as though life is blindly blundering on past me, taking no notice as it crushes me, one day at a time. I’ve been feeling like that Virginia Woolf quote, “with one’s hair flying back like the tail of a race-horse. Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard.”
But today was in so many ways, a change from the everyday. I am so grateful.
My only class was in the morning…an early class, so I explored Lone Mountain a bit and sat down to a quiet bowl of porridge before class. The class itself wasn’t much, but I was prepared at least, having flipped through pages and pages the night before in the eerily quiet atrium.
I came back to my room, drowsy. I slept until the sun rose just a little bit higher.
I read. Laying the over-sized book in front of me, I dragged my pillow onto the floor, setting my elbows upon it, and letting my feel rest on the chair behind me… my favorite study position.
Later my mother joined me in the city. She helped me find and lode up art supplies into the car from a Height street art store. We enjoyed an early picnic dinner in the late afternoon sun in front of a serene lake in golden gate park.
A man sat down at a nearby bench, simply to take out his violin and play music out in the fresh air. He played beautiful melodies, some Irish sounding, some classical. It was when I lazily lay there on the grass, listening to this man play in the park that I realized that we get what we make of things. He came there to play music…to simply follow his passion and enjoy the day. If we desire something different to be happening to us, we must follow our passions… do what makes us feel like ourselves. And then if we are open to it… things will begin to fall into place.
I took a walk around the lake with my mother, feeding the pidgins. I gleefully tossed pieces of bread to the hungry birds, excited like a little child, at how occasionally I could land a piece on one of their backs. It would bounce, and the birds couldn’t care less. But I was wonderfully entertained.
They birds came and went in a mass of feathers, darkening the sky with wings. They made the most delightful sound as they took off into the air, the powerful beat of wings, feathers on feathers, and a high, sweet little echo as they took flight.
I said goodbye to my mother, and went to meet some friends in Crossroads. We debated going out to get Thai, but when ended up with ice cream and billiard balls. We decided to play pool, chatting between shots and playing the piano.
Eventually as night fell we all went off to study in various locations. I took my place in the atrium, where no one talks, but you can hear the growling absence of speech. It’s almost as if the air hums with so many people in the large room.
And then I walked up the flight of stairs to my dorm, and enjoyed an extra long shower. Under the cascading water, I brushed my teeth, looking up at the tiny little holes that expelled the droplets. It is one of life’s greatest pleasures to be able to brush one’s teeth in the shower, especially with spearmint.
And this was my day. Simple, but with a glorious balance that made me feel like I don’t have to leave out parts of myself. I actually felt as though a day here could be beautiful, and not lonely at all. It’s only lonely when you forget to do things you love.
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