I rolled out of bed, tiptoed downstairs, made C's lunch, and did my yoga-ballet combination of stretches that helps me *center* myself in the world and the space I occupy. I read some Borges, my latest dead-poet-lover, and that made me feel inspired. For what? I don't know. The day is young.
And for my lovely friends who read this, I just want to remind you how true this is:
"Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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