two posts in one day...wow i must have a lot on my mind :)

i'm reading a few books right now--one being anita shreve's "fortune's rocks." i'm on page 41 and completely addicted. her writing style is so poetic. i am in a completely relaxed state the entire time my attention is focused upon her words. the following passage describes my mental state over the past couple of weeks:

"it is the late morning of the day of the summer solstice, and through an open window olympia is trying to capture on her sketch pad the look of a wooden boat, unpainted, its sails old, a dirty ivory. but she is not, she knows, terribly gifted as an artist, and her attempts to render this boat are more impressionistic than accurate, the main purpose of her sketching being not so much to improve her drawing skills as to provide herself with an opportunity for idle thought. for at this time in her life, olympia is much occupied with the process of thinking: not constructive thinking necessarily, and nothing that will produce brilliant solutions to problems, but rather drift thinking, like dreaming, the thoughts moving randomly from one place to another, picking something up, looking at it, putting it down again, the way people move through shops. ...so her sketching is a ruse for a larger scheme. but though it is, and she is more than a little content simply to be left alone on a bench in the chapel...."

anita shreve could not have described better the place i currently find myself in my life. tonight, however, i am left pondering upon the timing of such an event. i am in boston for the summer; yet, my own presence is enough to keep me content. am i taking my surroundings forgranted? is this even a healthy situation?

wow! so many thoughts about this. too many to type....if you have an input, email me at stacey1181@yahoo.com