My days off are generally the same... drive somewhere... find wilderness. Sit in said wilderness. Write forever. Ignore everyone. Think about crying. Don't cry. Feel overwhelmed with good feelings. Consider writing poetry. Drink chai tea latte. Continue ignoring people. Love the earth. Wonder if I'm still much. Write on postcards. Wish I were better. Give thanks. Breathe deeply. Stretch. Pet a cat, somehow. Spend money. Drive home. Smile a lot. Go to sleep.
Something wild about how simple my life has become... something wild about how it's never the same day twice, even when I do the exact same things, talk to the same people, sleep in the same bed. You know why? The difference is a miracle, and a secret.
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