Walkabout

Put my ear buds in and walked out the door. "Together Again" by Janet Jackson. The sun, the air, the magnolias, the cherry blossoms, the smile plastered on my face.

I walked to the library. Leisurely. Talked to Julia at long last, dear, dear, friend. I sat on a bench in front of the library while we continued talking. Feeling so wide open and happy. Seeing the various folk walking in and out of the building, milling about.

Returned "American Widow" (which was heart-wrenching and moving and beautifully illustrated) and a dvd the kids' had out. Continued on to Whole Foods for some mayo. It felt so good to just walk. Qi gong does that...in part it has to do with tendons, I think.

I was surprised to see a celebrity on Bloomfield. So surreal to see an actor who portrayed a character who was once very real for you. Our eyes met and before I could think, "holy crow, that's Erv Burrell!", he had slinked on by.

Groceries jostling in my Sacramento Zoo bag, I starting walking home. I passed the guitar shop. Then I turned and walked back and in to see if they had any leads on a cello teacher. The guy inside working on repairing a guitar with a plastic back which didn't look like a guitar to me, did have a lead and so I left my name and number.

I walked under some branches laden with cherry blossoms a block away from home. Part of me floated right up into them. I thought of Totoro. If I had enough innocence left in me, I swear, I would have ended up in the sky with him and his sidekicks, blowing on an earthen ocarina.