Thursday, February 21, 2008

Journal Entry

Soul weary, I am. "Rote" is the parasite in my limbs, killing my spirit. That drive out to the desert with Chris, Cam, Ciera and Mom reminded me there are more expansive vistas. I crave them -- internally, especially. I read powerful books on creativity [not just art, but LIFE], then I sit on the patio and kvetch in my journal and sit staring off into the sky. Is something new gestating within? Or am I really lacking oxygen here in a stagnant pond? I am awaiting fruit from this dry barren place.


Vicki said...

Hi Toni, Just catching up with you. Love the pics of you all playing footie together. My daughters especially love Ciera's nightshirt. They are mad about Hannah Montana. Take care, love and best wishes xx vicki xx