Today I just want to sit somewhere quietly and read poetry.
I want to revel in absurd ideas about the universe and allow my mind to be a playground where anything can happen.
I want to forget about all those things that “need doing” for a time, and “put my ear down next to my soul” and listen to what it really wants.
I want to build something that has no function, except to turn up the corner of someone’s mouth when they least expect it.
I want to forget about all of the things in the future that seem scary or unmanageable, and just dip my toes into the infraordinary.
I want to pretend the world is full of secret hiding places that no one else can see except me.
I want to create a map of magical places and send people to them.
I want to watch the trees for signs and see what they say to me when no one else is listening.
Today I want to be an animal and run wildly in and out of the woods, stopping only to take a drink and the occasional nap.
(image: Doris Salcedo)