There is an ache within every cell of my body, from the little toes on the edge of my feet, to the little fingers on the edge of my hands, to the ends of each strand of hair across the vast expanse that is my skin. The pleasant tingle of creation continues long after the final period is punched into the keyboard. It's an ache we all have, methinks.
My Monday aches are more pronounced than usual today because of a weekend spent recharging my cells. Mondays always seem slow to start but around 10am everything just explodes into a feverish burst of creative energy. An example? Well, on Saturday I slept in and had some wild half-dreams, you know the sort of dreams where your conscious and subconcious mind talk to each other? Then on Sunday I watched a 3-hour dance show at the Yuanlin Performance Hall. At home I wrote a list of 101 book titles for fun. Now, today, I'm ready for the week, I've written a lot already and plan to keep writing for at least another 30 minutes before going to the Post Office, the Copy Shop, Lunch, and then Work. I'm feeling strong! Achingly sensitive and strong in the gentle sense of the word.