Shaking off that Lower Nature.

Had a lovely dinner with an old old friend last night; I haven't seen him for almost nine years. He said some wonderful things that he didn't have to say, about music, about me. I found out that a mutual friend, our age, died suddenly of cancer several years back. Within the span of a couple of months. He went to the doctor concerned about weight gain, and within a few months had died.

Life is so, so short.

So, I didn't win that thing I was trying to win. The current dilemna is whether I should buy it now, anyway. It would help me some, I'm sure. My older, less evolved self would slink off into the shadows, pissed that Ms. Thing did not recognize my particular brand of genius and acknowledge it accordingly. Me Now wants to get over it and get on with it. Maybe.

*So* hard to shake off that Lower Nature.

Working from home today, and liking it muchly. I have my songwriting notebook at my side, listening to the magical Guy. Music is making me float. It's so hard to work.

I'm a good little girl, waiting for words. I've been waiting for words for weeks now, weeks. And sometimes I only have to wait hours.

Words fill me these days, just like food.

j.