sit. feast on your life.

So i feel like my blog posts are really just the same format over and over lately.. a picture or two, a poem.. booooring.. well, i am sorry for that, i really am.. i will try to refrain from posting poems for the next couple of weeks.. after this post, promise.promise.

i just had the best morning this morning. i got up, not too early, but early enough and i got dressed and i rode my bike to the temple.. i listened to sigur ros all the way there.. i was early for the session so i had time to sit and think..

i wasn't in a hurry when the session was over so i walked around the grounds for a while, just quiet. i ended up inside the JS Memorial Building and from there i took the elevator up.. i was just going to sit on the cushioned window seat and look out at the city..\
but after a few minuets of that, i decided to buy myself lunch at The Garden... so there i sat, at a perfect small white table.. i didn't pull out my ipod, i didn't pull out my book, i just sat quietly and alone.. i thought about miss gallo and how she used to give us assignments to do things like that, to go out alone, to eat or to the movies, and to pay attention to who we were when we were alone and then i thought about this poem:

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Love after Love, Derek Walcott

It was nice to sit and feast on my life. and it was nice to feast on that Avocado BLT as well.. it was really quite delicious.