Today, I should have practised Chi Gong when I pulled myself from bed, concentrating thoughts upon my coccyx. But, a little girl was snuggled in my morning darkness, whispering about her nose. I should have walked upon the beach and breathed in saline air; dragged my eyes from the digital screen and the revisions. This morning, I read pages of Virginia Wolff, switching the writer switch on. Recently, I took this photo of the sand. Unexpectedly, afterwards, I thought of Yves Tanguy, Leonora, floating sand and dancing deserts. Today, I should have, could have, would have. This weekend, a friend told me that as a little blond-haired boy in Southern France, he would try and change the course of time. He would stop halfway on his journey to school, stand still and examine his feet. He was convinced that by his stopping the whole world could transform because he wouldn't be where he was supposed to be at any given time. Then, he explained, came his utter disappointment as the school bell always rang at it's regular hour. Should, would, could have done, making everyday be...
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The days slip by so quickly. Being 'awake' in each moment would be true sentience, but I don't think any of us manage it. So we all do should have, would have.
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Hello dear Susan. Great to read you here. Ah yes all the should haves, could haves, would haves. I like think of this multiple version of time, possibilites spreading out. I was so happy to see your ice painting again. They are very beautiful.
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