I've been concentrating this weekend on centering and ridding myself of anxiety. I've been doing a lot of writing the last few days - bits of poems with mythic themes. When I'm feeling stressed out, poetry sometimes comes to me in dreams - the trick is to be able to remember tatters of it when I wake up!

I've been listening to some music I love: The soundtrack of the 1973 film The Wicker Man, the neoclassical group Angels of Venice, and The Planets Suite by Holst.

Phil and I went to a hockey game Friday night. I highly recommend watching ice hockey if you feel the need for to engage in socially acceptable screaming. It helps tremendously! :)


Nature's Anxieties, (2002), Daniel Martin Diaz