I just finished Eat, Pray, Love-- what a wonderful and appropriate book! It didn't do anything to soothe the travel compulsion that twists in my stomach. It's funny how different emotions manifest themselves in your body. I'm writing lots, praying lots, doing headstands. I think I'm finally beginning to realize that the things I've been circling the world searching for are inside of me. The digging I need to do is spiritual. Sitting and just being with myself is so hard right now. My mind is running all over the place with incoherent thoughts. I wonder what it would be like to just transport myself to some place where there are no other people and thus no reason to open my mouth. This idea terrifies me. No one to talk to?

I'm going to skip on the TED talk conference at Dartmouth tomorrow and stay here and paint.