first words

In these languid, summer months as I've been slowing down, my writer's soul has begun to unfurl and words run through my head. The idea of starting a blog comes and goes and I thought "why not?" So, I did. And then I forgot my username and password, so I'm trying again. What do I want to tell you about today? About the beautiful book I've just read called "Oscar And The Pink Lady" - all about a little boy who only has a few days left to live in. He decides to live 10 years in the space of each day so that he can still have a full life and by the time he dies at "100" he's fallen in love, got married, found G*d and made peace with his parents. That's a life well-lived. The book has less than 90 pages and the print is big, so it is a speedy read. I think I'm going to have to read it again! My biggest pleasure in these balmy summer days is to sit under a tree and be a bookworm. Today, in the longest time I can remember, the sky got grey and I needed to put a sweater on. I was craving warming foods like ginger and tinned tomatoes spiced up with chili. For the first time in over a month I needed something warmer than salad. Just over a month has passed since I got back from Israel. It all felt so light then. I almost wish I didn't have msn as my homepage. To go on line I have to read the latest in the death and horror stakes. It is so much easier to pretend it is not happening. So much easier to concentrate on my own inner peace than to open my eyes to the turmoil that goes on outside. Sigh. It is easier for now to concentrate on my little life with its simple pleasures. There's a joy in being inward and cosy. Typing at my desk, my palms and soles feel warm and I feel whole. This is all I need. Behind my computer screen, I am safe.