Clearest of blue skies. Windy. Kitesurfing on the sound side. Regular surfing on the Gulf. I used to think of the Gulf as a tame beast, until I came here. It is no beast that can be collared.
Yup. Took yesterday off to do some "real" writing. Those are the words I use in my head. How they belittle every effort that they deem unworthy - which is pretty much everything I write. I call Bullshit on that.
I had gotten behind on my Inked Voices submissions and critiques. I got caught up on the critiques and typed up my next two submissions and well.....submitted them. Feeling decidedly less angsty now that is accomplished.
Mostly I spent the day with my foot in the air after trying to punt a granite topped coffee table and failing. Baby toe - 0 : Coffee table - 1. Result broken toe. Today the color is spectacular, baby toe is deep purple and most of the right side of the foot is a reddish mauve. Glad because there is little to no pain even when I walk on it. WHEW!
At about 3PM, I realized I hadn't gotten dressed and pretty much just said Fuck it and stayed in my jammies all day. I also recognized I hadn't brushed my teeth (Gross) which I quickly and vigorously amended. I threw open all the doors and let the Gulf breeze blow through. I spent the night wrangling flies, but it was so worth it. I have been sleeping with the windows open despite the coolness, despite the dampness just so I can go to sleep with my ears full of ocean song.
I miss that back in KY. I love my state with its wild child beauty, but there's some alchemical reaction to being near the sea. I feel more me somehow. I give less of a fuck about things outside me. My ears, that are silence seeking, here rejoice in the tossing of waves, the mutter of gulls, the ridiculous flight of monarchs.
I have today and tomorrow before I head back. Think I will go dip my bruised up spirit and my bruised up toes in the Gulf.
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