I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Been trying to write for days. About occupation, liberation, love, loss, and longing. About watching a movement unfold, participating in conversations that would not be happening were it not for these people, sleeping and living in a plaza downtown.
But I'm tired, and my back hurts, and I've had things to do, people to make my life feel happy and full. I haven't been able to turn that down to sit down and write. I've needed that. I've needed joy and rest and simplicity.