there are journeys that i want to take but i feel as if my husband is not interested in embarking with me. i want to make changes. re-alignments if you will. some of them are basic like eating healthy and exercising. others are shifts in my daily life. i'd like to live somewhere i can grow a garden. i'd like to make more effort to do my part in protecting the environment. recycle recycle recycle. use compost. eat less meat. abstain from using plastic bags. enjoy nature. feel what it's like to have a physique in tip top shape. what would it be like to borrow lance armstrong's body for a day?

i want self-sufficiency in my work. i want to live a life that leans more to the ascetic. to appreciate solitude. to linger. to write and edit and create. to travel freely.

how does it work? marriage. how are two people meant to become one? if i pursue what i want, i feel that i will eventually end up leaving him behind. he does not have the same convictions. i feel like he holds me back instead of propelling me forwards.

Reading..Reading...Reading...

I'm reading Salman Rushdie's THE GROUND BENEATH HER FEET. It's a massive volume that keeps me reaching for the dictionary and pinching myself to stay afloat with its elaborate sentence structure.

I haven't ever finished a Rushdie book and I'd like to be able to say that I've read a few of his works...one of these days.

I used to always be cuddled up with a book, but in the last few years I find my attention span too lax. I rather be lazy and sit in front of the cable television...but I KNOW that reading is better for my brain...and oddly enough, better for my soul.

Does that make sense? The act of losing yourself in imagination is good for the soul. It's much better than having someone else's vision thrust upon your brain cells...

Or so I think.
I know I'm missing alot when I'm reading GROUND BENEATH HER FEET. But I also know that I'm able to see the essence of the book, as a tragic love story rooted in mythology. It's a story we can all relate to, no matter what the trappings of history or setting.

Mmmmm. I love that I'm reading again.

In the Beginning

In the beginning there was a blank page waiting for words to fall on it. I intend to make a humble effort to fill the blank spaces with any and all kinds of writing that suit my mood or creative bent.