Sometimes when I’m tucked in bed and my eyes are closed, I imagine I’m in a bed somewhere else. Under the big white puffy comforter in Belgium. In my friend’s upstairs bedroom that feels safe and wonderful. Sleeping under the stars at the edge of the Sahara.
Sometimes I go to yoga in the middle of the day since my fitness center is in the building where I work.
Sometimes I visit the thrift store pretending I’m an artist and come home with all sorts of wonderful stuff to morph into something else. The wooden boxes, ephemera, paint, and this-n-thats are filling my basement.
Sometimes I think I’ll be a writer when I grow up.
Sometimes I stare at my tomato plants to see if they’ve grown.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing out here in blogland. Picture Carmen Miranda tripping over Dick Van Dyke’s footstool and that’s pretty much how I got here.
There would be fruit everywhere!
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazingly vivid image, Lucia. Heck of an entrance, too ... :-D
ReplyDeleteI stare at my plants, too. I talk to them, actually. I'm a little bit strange.
ReplyDeleteBut that is what blogland is all about, right? Somewhere out there is someone who doesn't think we are all that strange...
I'm very happy you tripped this way. Sleep well.
ReplyDeleteSometimes i wonder how i found some of the wonderful blogs i read.
ReplyDeleteSometimes i don't care, i'm just glad i did.
I often do the same thing. At night, in the dark, I imagine that I'm back in Khon Kaen.. feeling safe and warm. It's a wonderful way to go to sleep.
ReplyDeleteEnding up in Blogville: I never, ever, would have considered such a thing except for the suggestions by some people on a Yahoo list who thought it would be a good thing for me to do.
Perhaps we're all here for a reason, eh? :)
Carmen Miranda tripping over a stool like Dick Van Dyke. Um. I don't think I'll forget that one for a while! LOL
Peace,
~Chani
and sometimes i wonder if you know how fabulous and inspiring you so truly are.
ReplyDeleteWell, that footstool was always tripping someone. I'm glad you write, thanks.
ReplyDeleteSo who's your Dick Van Dyke?
ReplyDeleteYour posts always make me feel calm somehow. I like that.
ReplyDeleteI loved your post and how you write. We are lucky to have you in the blog world, we would be poorer without your presence.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I've been staring at my tomato plant (yes, singular) lately. How come my neighbor's plants are big and thick with yellow blossoms, and mine is just stunted?
ReplyDeleteI've grown tomato plants for years. Why is this one so sad?
Maybe it's lonely?
I think you are all those things, and you are everywhere, and I am glad to know you.
ReplyDeleteFootstools are meant for tripping over. Just as fruit logically goes on one's head.
ReplyDeleteWe're glad you are here.
This is funny, I did a sometimes post recently too. Great minds?
ReplyDeleteI think you should be a writer when you grow up too.
What a wonderful last paragraph! The imagery - just as colorful as the rest of your writing. Which is why I love love love visiting here.
ReplyDeleteSometimes you rub your dog's belly and he smiles?
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