super mail day

Today was a super mail day. I got a letter, two zines, and a book from my friend M in Brooklyn. The book is Rumi: Bridge to the Soul translated by Coleman Barks. This alone would be very nice. But it's signed! I guess Barks was at the Washington DC poetry festival that M was at. So I'm imagining M waiting in a long line and saying to Barks, "Her name is Laura-Marie! She's a poet too!" because it says, "for Laura Marie with love and for her poetry, Coleman Barks" And he drew some swirls.

Besides this, I got two other letters and another zine. It's quite luxurious around here.

Gardening with P this morning was good. Instead of pulling weeds behind the Krishna pond, we were pruning bushes our front. My arms got a little scratched.

Swami paid us a visit. He told us how nice a day it is. I recently dropped all formality with Swami. When he says, "Hello, Laurie Mary," I just say hi, as opposed to, "Good morning, Swamiji," or something along those lines.

I'm going back tomorrow morning at 8. P kissed me goodbye.

I amended my broccoli soup recipe--I've been adding canned pumpkin to the individual bowlsful, and it's nice.

I so don't want to go to my mental health place today. Feeling a bit cranky. And I haven't scored even a minute yet today.

I'm so happy, though: someone--I won't say who yet--is interviewing me, and the questions are brilliant. All I want to do is work on the interview and write letters and read Proust. Life is getting in the way of art!