Looking back across this summer, I think the best parts were spent right here, on our patio, watching heat lightning and dodging mosquitoes. Summer is High Drama. Everything is scattered about, tranquilized and agitated all at the same time, which doesn't make sense, but lots of true things don't quite make sense.
I've been thinking about your comments from my post on rhythm and structure last week (oh, how I loved reading them!), and I think there's a very certain balance (for me) between structure and freedom. I can only find one within the other. In A Circle of Quiet (which I read and re-read), Madeleine L'Engle (who I love so dearly) talks about this concept: how the structure of our bones frees us to dance, and the structure of a sonnet frees us to create worlds within worlds. That's how it works for me. If I'm not given boundaries, I can't very well create. Because I also have sort of a rebellious heart, and I need the boundaries to push against.
So I plot my days, with breakfast and yoga and hours of work time, and remember that rules are sometimes meant to be broken. And that's when I have a glass of wine in the middle of the day, or go to the library and read fairy tales. But mostly, I need to stay on schedule. And the little rhythms of the day become the very bursts of inspiration I need to do just that :)