the tree

i'm sitting here at the end of the first day of the week, waiting for my brother to holla and pick me across to home. the sudden freakshow of wind and rain has made my feet difficult to track home. i'm a little exhausted. I'm feeling a little fried in the brain. maybe this is how my friend feels at this hour of the day. the friend whose table i have been using for the entire afternoon.

i have not stopped working since the beginning of the weekend, friday. From editing to copywriting to editing again, I have spent most of my waking hours staying up till wee hours to push the edges of this creation. forgiveness can be a drug that keeps me going and going and going even though my adrenalin has run so low that the pain on my back has come back.

But today, for a long time coming, i can say that i am feeling really happy and fulfilled. it's the feeling that you know what you've done today has built something. like the time you built you first volcano model out of playdoh. or the solar system model you built with ping pong balls and steel wires.

today i felt like i built a small chip in the convolution of the universe at work. I feel good.

haven't felt this good in years.

Was having lunch and conversation turned to forgiveness and the picture of a tree that gives freely because after all, it can still keep growing fruits. How can we be a world like these giving trees?

I'm not making any sense. Perhaps afterwards I might find my mojo back. I need to rest.