aimless and homeless

Vagabond, me, wandering girl. Small distances, place to place, from wonderment inspiring incident to the next curiosity. Layered down heavy and my boots strapped on, handbag expanded to maximum capacity to carry my necessary things.

The only thing that saves my sanity during tough periods like this, where I’m down and out or straight up homeless, is the ability to create something or write something. Cornering my frustrations, my pen glides easy over moleskin pages and I find myself sucked into a sketch or a poem. This, and of course, the support of friends.

Packing our belongings, I half wanted to toss most of the remaining bits and pieces in the trash, to the dismay of Ben, “We need that!”. The thought occurred and re-occurred to me numerous times, “We don’t need any of this.” And It is true, I don’t need half the things I have. The more things we have packed away in various places and out of sight, the more I think I don’t even want anything to do with any of it. The comfort of a bed is luxury, as is the sound of your favorite songs, CDs and iPods. If I’m bound to be spending my nights sleeping prettymuch anywhere, anyhow, I’m not really all that worried about the rest of it all.

 

distractions, distractions, no time for runonsentences journaling today.

~ by dollesque on December 10, 2008.