and peace after hearing Russian folk tales all day, confusing Colombian remedies, and having my teeth pulled out with metal pliers. i sort of hold my breath and breath through my nose, its very odd and every time i swallow my saliva i taste blood. I can’t help it, sort of gives food an interesting flavor too.
I went to ojai with my mama after and found out the woman she works for used to be Pancho Gonzalez’s wife (the greatest tennis EVER). My moms showed me an entire cabinet of magazine covers she was in, Life Magazine mostly. She was mostly well known for her husband but by the looks of her photographs she stood out on her own.
I sat on her couch with her cats, read books in front of her grand piano, and for the first time listened.
i thought i could only find that type of serenity far away from California or outside of the U.S. but it exists.. around trees, people, grass.. away from cities and modern society
today was a good day
