Writing from the bathtub.
It's outdoors. In a bathhouse of sorts.
Facing wilderness.
I hear wild quail scurrying in the brush once the sun sets.
Dora is curled up in a sheepskin next to me.
No need for the fireplace tonight. Hit 100 degrees in the desert at peak.
Living that AirBNB life.
I saw fireflies in the yard tonight. I thought they went extinct from pesticides.
As a kid there were so many in the fields at night you didn't need a flashlight.
In the Midwest you call them lightning bugs.
We'd catch them in glass canning jars, throw a fistfull of grass in and poke holes in the lid. Keep them on the nightstand.
They never lived past a few days.
Wild things don't like to be caged.
My cousin Gabe liked to eat bugs.
He moved in with us from California with his family for a while. They were all big-eater kind of strange.
His sisters liked eating fire ants with honey.
Gabe preferred fireflies, smearing their butt on his tongue then showing us all how his tongue would light up just like a lightning bug.
He also liked catching grasshoppers and pulling their legs off. He'd laugh about it the same way he laughed later on obsessing about bombs and guns.
And pulling all the heads off our dollies.
There's a crescent moon in the sky tonight, to the northwest. Beautiful and bright.
I put my gym socks on and sprinted up the face of the boulder in my yard a dozen times. The crawled into the hot bath full of Epsom salt and lavender.
Trying to rip the bandaid off that's calcified my energy. I know it's there, trying to break out of the shell. But struggling.
Give it some help.
Remind my mind-body connectors that we’re still capable and strong. Just rusty.
Funny how the brain operates.
Humans used to believe running an ultra-marathon was impossible. Until someone did it. And now everyone can believe they are capable of at least one ultra-marathon.
Give the mind evidence and it will believe it's possible.
Master computer.
I didn't draw today. But I did eat and nap twice so that's something to get behind.