so today I think I started something.

I started off by saying goodbye to Olivia in trof, goodbye for another half a term anyway.
That turned into coffee and rolling lessons with laura gribbon, a rare treat of me and birdie time, hadn’t realised how much I’d been missing that..
Had the shock of perhaps not my life but at least the month when Benjamin o’rourke appeared, one of the most genuinely funny and charming people I know. Bird and I were shortly joined by ben lehmann (sp?) and so we stayed a while longer. The plan of the day was book reading and coffee drinking, but since not one of us had brought our books we instead took a turn about the park, looked at the ducks and went to the secret garden. We eventually ben and I gor our books and repaired to battery park, a different kind of park altogether from the platt fields variety, and began to read. Now, it has been a while, a long while, since I started a book and within minutes have thought, this is ezakly what I need right now, but even without my former prophetic librarian hdc, it turned out I had indeed made that timely choice. The interior castle by teresa of avila is about 400 years old, written while most of her other writings had been confiscated by the inquisitors (wouldn’t that be a good name for a band….!?) and is about a vision she had of a castle of the soul, made up of several mansions, and the passage that the soul must take with god in order to be able to be with him where he dwells….she was asked to write about prayer, for a group of nuns who were kind of struggling..at times its odd because she talks directly to them as a group and one feels slightly like one is intruding..but the idea of charting your course with this specific image in mind kind of appeals to me at the moment, when I feel pretty stuck, neither doing particularly well or badly, just subsisting..so I read, had the best chocolate cake I may have ever had, then I went home. I cooked, had wine, read a bit more, then realised I was a bit in the weeds, and given that I was technically drinking alone, figured then would be a good time to stop and pray. So I did, and it was good.