uninspired

Somewhere between yoga yesterday and this present moment, my spirit crashed. i've been stumbling around now for hours, dumbfounded, lost, wondering what happened and entirely uncertain about what to do. i've tried the standard remedies: walking beneath the canopy of oak, bay and redwood to a striking hilltop view of the west, driving with the windows rolled down and music loud, letting books open to THAT appropriate page and paragraph, chocolate, putting my hands in the dirt, dog nuzzles, and now, you see, i'm even writing. i still feel numb. i don't even have the energy to freak out about it.

well, i suppose this happens sometimes, and then the sun goes down, and the lights go out, and maybe my eyelids will close and open to a different day. at least i have a reason to get up tomorrow: i have to leave this house and go out in my truck again. hmm.. that feels.....like a feeling....i think i just want to be done, you know, to be home for a while. except i have to create that first. ha ha. you make the bed you lie in, foster.