Power Surge
Friday, June 12, 2009
At 3:30 AM this morning, after my husband drove off in the rainy dark to catch a plane to El Salvador, his home, I posted here a stillness-seeped excerpt from Nothing but Ghosts. That's the mood I was in—stillness seeped.
An hour or so later, though, I was at the gym, working abs and arms, pecs and tri's, bi's and all manner of psycho stay-with-it tricks. I was rocking and urban, determined and persevering, and when I left the gym, the sun was out. This changed my mood, so it changed my post, and it will no doubt affect whatever I write today, or how I receive whatever I read.
I am more people than I care to count. I swim a thousand channels.
