anais, if only we were friends…

back in seattle.  first morning alone.  miss my family.  miss joey the cat.  it’s ok.  the sky is grey.  rain is coming.  heart is humming.  the catharsis is wearing off and i already don’t feel like taking pictures.  seattle does seem to influence me heavily.  will change the pattern though.  camera and me will become new friends.  went walking through the streets last night, and did feel a need to capture the hill.  maybe start with that.  nobody said the muse makes it easy on you all the time.  bought martini materials and had one before bed.  anything to feel like i am in the twenties.  nostalgia.  now i need the right night wear.  a long robe.  what music did they listen to back then?  i think this week, i am going to create 1926 in my home.  i will buy a robe, and play music from that era, and read anais nin.  though she did not really get prolific till the thirties.  maybe i shoot in black and white too?  and maybe i play pretend.  stoking the imagination.  don’t have much else to say.  a deluge has come out of me the past two days, and now it simmers.  feeling quiet.  seattle softens me.  back to yoga this morning.  back to mystical philosophy…reading souls…and the routine….