solitary mo[u]rning

This morning, I woke up, still sick, and treated myself to a cup of vitamin c induced water. I took a shower and made myself get dressed. I'd spent all of yesterday cooped up in my flat and was determined to get out into the world-if only for a bit. I decided to set out and locate the local library. Despite the weather report calling for rain, the day was beautiful!

I wandered through back streets and mews and discovered a lovely little church.



A few hours later, around 11 am Stateside, I settled down under a tree in Hyde Park. Under this tree:

I tried to read but my mind was elsewhere. September 11th is now a day with a double meaning for me, both of them related to death. The assault that occurred nine years ago was violent and evil death. The memorial held today, for my almost-grandfather, was to celebrate an intelligent, adventurous, and long life. I spent the day alone, wishing I could be home with my family- my mom, my grandmother, and my father. Instead, as they gathered together in a chapel, I meditated in the park and sent all my thoughts to them.


Oh, I did find the library and am now able to check out books from any library in the Royal Kensington and Chelsea Borough. I picked the dinosaur card.

Even my nails are blue this week.

sparkly thrifted vest
white thrifted blouse
lee blue skinny jeans
black hand-me-down boots