Advice without Solitude

French Women Don't Get Fat reviewed. Sorry it isn't the most 'broken down' of my reviews, but I was honest.

Good news, the rest of the day so far has pretty much gone by quietly as if I either cannot summon forth any more rage at fate or that it is merely waiting until I am unwary. Aside from a rather pushy shipper and an anxious e-mailer trying to forward an attachement to print, I have been relatively un-hassled. Rejoice.

I am left puzzling how much I want to start introducing Guiliano's tips into my life. It requires brutal honesty but attractively pulls the indepenant stubborness in me to feel good about where I live and how I feel about myself. Most of all though, it will require me to take one firm piece of advice I am rolling about in my head, "Keep dreaming intensely (too many of us stop at this stage), but seize the day as well. How you learn to live now will set the stage for the rest of your life." I need to start drawing again, I cannot bear to think of the rest of my life to only occasionally pick up the pencil. It is depressing to think of being without it. Being able to draw is such a pleasure to fountain my creativity into the reality of paper.

Look for an update in News shortly.

Poke forth from the loam
Dance into the sunshine
and soak up the warm winds
To anticipate the rains
Coming with the night.

Curl your roots about
This hidden trasure trove
of ants, worms, and compost.
Grow richly upon the dust
and be Beautiful.

You are a Blossom
Among the lush leaves,
Create a memory of paradise
That will always exist
Here in the mind's eye.