Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Borders Books, downtown, was packed with people yesterday afternoon. The citizens of DC read books. I love that.
Yesterday was a sparkling, beautiful, clear winter day in Washington DC. After my massage, I walked around for a couple of hours, taking pictures, breathing, gazing around. I'm trying so hard to pump myself back to my characteristically cheerful state of being, and though I'm better, there's still an edge to my mood, a hint of darkness I can't quite shake.
I keep thinking about the blackbirds that fell from the sky in Arkansas and Louisiana - at last count 5,000 of them. Thinking about all the dead fish that washed up - also in Louisiana I think. Surely these animals are the latest victims of the oil spill. It really creeps me out.
In my dreams I'm cleaning up a big mess, no doubt the detritus from all those hideous nightmares. Cleaning, tidying, clearing. Am I the only one still reeling from the eclipse cycle?
That guy in the upper right side of the pic? He wasn't there when I took the shot. Yikes!