I spent all day yesterday trying to pull loose ends of various projects together. I made a cover for the Om Namo Narayanaya book.
That's a mantra for worldly peace, mercy and goodness. I probably wrote the mantra out 5,000 times. I filled a whole book. It occurred to me last night that I am still easing back into writing. I shut my mouth for a long time. I also stopped drawing for a short period of time. I didn't want to perform. I didn't want to make anything because I was looking for some kind of pat on the head. I have probably always been looking for a pat on the head -- in a way.
If I made this blog more public I might start performing -- possibly posting pictures of my world and my people so that it looks like some kind of entertaining show.
Fiona's coughing/asthma is much worse since we got back from the cape. Walter says it's probably not a coincidence. Now her ear is congested too. Ugh. We're reading Anne Frank's diary out loud today... and I teach yoga later. I watched a documentary about Why Ships Sink with Charlie in the heat last evening. If I got up to go move the watering hose to a different area in the garden he would make me back the film up so I wouldn't miss anything. Last night I fell asleep listening to Emily Dickinson poems. The dogs are listless today in the heat. 
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