Where is my power?
Is it in the air around me?
Is it in my mind?
Where is the love that surrounds me?
How can I harness all my goodness
and unleash it upon the world?
Where is my power?
I'll take it in the time allowed me.

Recently I've been waking up with a familiar anxiety, looking around at my room from under my warm sleeping bag and not wanting to emerge. Then somehow out of habit I'll remind myself that this is my life. This is the only life I have in this form. Whatever is coming, whatever sadness or loneliness, is mine to feel and interpret. So I water my plants, I play with Moondog, I make a safe area in my heart for a wild, axe-wielding 13 year old.

This was my favorite scene from Vicky Cristina Barcelona.