perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake
—notes toward a supreme fiction
Monday, August 10, 2009
I rain danced during the downpour that caught me by surprise during this evening's walk. A soaking jig with thunder way off. Then received my tarot reading via email. The word gestation appeared and that's curious as I've had several pregnancy dreams. Pondering. Then a later email contained the news that some poems are here at mungbeing, an online journal recommended by Anna (thanks Anna!). Maybe I should rain dance more often.