Spon Down. Living forever on yoga and sun.

Mom called to say she had a long day at the hospital. It's in Baltimore City where she works once a week as an operating room nurse, her case load long or intense or maybe her coworkers lousy--she called to say she's staying the night in Anne Arundel county at Deb's house instead of driving back to the beach.  She's worked there as long I've been alive.  I was writing, doing third edits on Part One of my book, so that Part Two comes with more consistency, when she called.  We talked a serious bit of talk about something that struck me last night, that I meditated on it struck so deep, and she agreed with the serious bit in the tiny little time that we talked.

Her call made me pause, there was lots of food in the fridge and I couldn't ignore my hunger when we got off the phone.  I peeled shrimp and added Old Bay and a little little dash of sour cream to make it shrimp salady.  Then I heated corn tortillas and got out arugula and limes and cilantro because everything's better as tacos of course.  I am writing again now, not on Part 2 or Part 1 third edits, just writing to write to acknowledge the time the good music on and to say goodbye to the ohsowarmtoday golden yellow sun.  I love the gold yellow of the spring, just before it turns summer orange.  I love that I am getting browngolden skin and yellowgold hair like twine Rapunzel spun.

Last week right now I was walking through a rich part of DC with a belly full of Thai food and my best friend Katie by my side our sandled feet on the uneven cement sidewalk squares.  It was chilly in the air but still we drove with the windows mostly down on our way to the hostel in Tacoma.  We met a girl named Shemma from the UK, it is hard not to meet people in hostels when you decide that where you are that night--a boarding house for passerbys--is where you will plant for the moment and stay.  Which is to say the next night at the hostel in my favorite neighborhood in Baltimore, Mt. Vernon, we didn't plant, just dropped our bags fitted our sheets and scooted back out the door to all the fun ways to explore the going-ons of my hometown city's streets.  Shemma is young, like 22 or 23, and from the UK and instead of on a round-the-world trip tic had one in which you can go right up to eight times.  Neat new concept I'd never heard.  They were on their last stop, her and her man who she just got engaged to, this happened in the beginning of their trip on a stop somewhere in Asia I think.  Now we are facebook friends.

The day after the hostel in Tacoma we went back downtown to meet Walsh and see the Gaughan exhibit.  I put all my intensity in to it until I was exhausted from the concentration. Later we laid on a blanket on the green mall under the shade of new fresh green leaves.  We talked inappropriately like women always eventually do.  Making the day irreverent and lovely. Today I wrote four poems I am sure came from time with my grls.

Last night I was driving home from yoga it was warm out so warm the air was like hot breath breathing off the trees and some song came on Ocean 98 that I can't now remember and I thought all I really need in life is music, yoga and sun.  I smiled a while and vibed whole and strong on the bliss of this, then funny ego twist thought: and poetry, too--poetry the ocean music yoga and sun.  And friends.  And sex...a man. I thought ohmylord like Marla would say...I laughed at myself....this too this too came to mind, what Dani Shapiro would say.  Always the ego and all its unsatiated needs.  I thought of Erika then, my published-by-Penguin writing partner sister spirit friend.  I thought of Walsh and Katie, of Josh and then Mike in California because Sean my brother was home all weekend so it's natural to think also of him.  Life is funny, ununderstandable, impossible to figure out and also so fleetingly crystal clear with certain truths.  I could live forever on sun, poems, yoga.  Music, fresh tacos, swimming and friends.  Road trips to museums and hostels in my hometown.  Best friends, sisters, grlfriends, men.  Like I already do now.

I am writing, I am happy right now.  I was going to save this post for tomorrow, some new day with all the new this too's it shall bring, but why bother when it's so luxuriously right now...