7 36 pm pdt [ dancing blood ]
I have spent a wonderful day with Matthew's mum. We gardened, and both enjoyed
the rich texture of the soil on our fingertips. I was at ease. All
discomfort has been erased, though I felt it trying to ease back in when I
became self-conscious of talking to Matthew for so long on the phone in
front of her. What nonsense!
As I drove back home, the blood was dancing in my
veins. My heart was thumping to a rhythm my body wanted to undulate to.
If there was somewhere to go dancing at 6 pm, I would have, but I knew
even then that my energy would not sustain until the evening hours.
I had a smile on my face as I drove home -- one I could
not lose. I get a feeling like I'm bubbling over from time to time. Wish
I could bottle it...
