Monday, May 9, 2011
For today, I am saved
My almost escaped Soul chooses to give me another shot. She is always ready to bolt.
Hope for me, there is hope for me, She believes. My Soul She likes flesh, likes a body without which She is intelligent ether only.
Without my Soul I am unintelligent electrochemistry. Souls find new bodies. Bodies don't find new Souls. That's a mystery.
Apple, spinach, celery. Fresh juice. Cashews. Carob-covered raisins. Dinner. I tell my soul She is happy. She doesn't care about spinach cashews raisins. She wouldn't care if I were macrobiotic or ate beef and chocolate cake for every meal.
Why am I writing about Soul? Why do I always land here? Minutes ago I said, Sarah, write something anything, for any reason, or because you're a writer.
It's done. Thanks for your indulgence. For today, I am saved.