snow & gunpowder

Listed below are books purchased today from Aladdin Book Shoppe, which is closing, tragically. After 83 years, they are closing. The owner of the place said she had planned to simply move locations, since it was their rent being oddly and crazily increased that was the original motivation for change, but there are SEVENTY THOUSAND BOOKS. And it would cost around $20k just to move them , which is just insurmountable. Thus, they are closing for good. This world is pretty screwed up not to allow bookstores to live in peace with the rest of humanity. I am angry. Just a couple of months ago, I had called them to see if they had a copy of Tremendous Trifles, since their website said they had a substantial G.K.C. collection. When the owner said they didn't have it and referred me to Barnes & Noble or Amazon, I told her that I wanted to search high and low for a locally-owned shop to purchase from, because I believe in bookstores and want them to stay alive as long as they possib...

I'm having opera for lunch, at the art museum. That is amazing and has me excited. But all I can think about is the cliffs at Land's End, in Cornwall. Sunrises and cream teas and legends and Merlin's Cave and enough grass to cover my entire city. Cold Atlantic winds laden with salted spray. Woolen plaid. Painting with real greens and apricot blushes. Bedruthan, Cornwall, U.K. ( via ) Today is my day for quiet thought, though. Big-picture-contemplation. Sometimes you have to let go of something to find out how much it really means to you, to find your center, to find your footing. So there's no research today. Today, there is silence. And opera.

I woke up Monday morning and found myself invited to the following event: McNellie's 3$ Burgers + Beer(s) + Pipes / Cigars Wednesday 6pm Third Floor It sounded celebratory, so I went, and it was lovely. My hair still smells of several newly-tried pipe tobacco blends. And I left a lavender stem in the giant table drawer. Maybe someone will find it. This is my post-Knappogue Castle view. That happened on another pub night.

i feel my body move the haze start to lift like waking from a crash my instincts primitive so full of gratefulness in disbelief at the connectedness my eyes finally see i cannot believe my eyes i am alive i survived the accidental pioneer oh, i can explain how i got to the ledge the mystery is how i got here ~ soft light a right mind things you can become nostalgic for full lungs emotions things i feel i've never felt before a soft touch a deep cut things that can restore your sanity now all my questions have found their answer i closed my eyes i felt no pain i wished i could be born again to my surprise i woke to find it done thank you, derek webb, for the precious elocution. today i know the glory of being awake, and tomorrow i will wake up again.