Friday, February 25, 2011

Sleepy time...



It has been a crazy long week...I'm exhausted and so looking forward to sitting on the couch with Mugi and just being quiet.

Thank goodness for D and Y. They kept me laughing all week, even when all I wanted to do was sit down and cry. This week the focus was on the present...the past is not reality and the future is not reality...right this moment is reality.

Here's a silly picture of me and DD with our matching do's. We were laughing so hard that we lost our eyes.

Have a great weekend!


I was sad one day and went for a walk;
I sat in a field.

A rabbit noticed my condition and
came near.

It often does not take more than that to help at times -

to just be close to creatures who
are so full of knowing,
so full of love
that they don’t
- chat,

they just gaze with
their
marvelous understanding.

~ St. John of the Cross from Love Poems from God, translations by Daniel Ladinsky.

Friday, February 18, 2011

discovery...

I stumbled upon this poem today...I am following this other blog that posted another poem of hers.

I am also posting a portion of my meditation/yoga playlist for you...you can find that beneath the poem. Just some songs that I am into right now...some newer than others.

I am so looking forward to being home. This was a nice break from the cold for sure, but home is where I want to be. As Sarah, Plain and Tall said, "There is always something to miss, no matter where you are."

That's What I Said by April Bernard

It pricks the arms like poison,
knowing that some things, once chosen,
are yours and that meanwhile the night comes
much too soon this time of year.
There are things you will not be allowed to say.
You think them anyway, until they become you.
The two boys in shirt sleeves are in the street
again, skateboards balking
where the sidewalk buckles in geologic fault.
They seem mirthless, as they yell and fall
and the cold mist tries to veil them from passing cars.

Yesterday’s storm slammed the leaves to the ground.
Hiss, hiss, the tires go, against the scraps
of piano music, not Chopin today, from upstairs.
Someone tried to understand you once
and he’s dead, though not from trying.
Clunk, clunk, goes the landlady’s daughter,
trying out her new boots on the back stairs.

Things have narrowed to a point
and no gorgeous diction can get you out of it.
There’s just the flats of your feet,
willing each new step out of empty pockets
where change, keys, pens once rattled.
You threw them into the bushes on the next block
and then came home with the grey linings hanging
from your jacket like socks.
You forgot to check the mail
and when you opened the door
you brought the night in with you.

Playlist...
The Trapeze Swinger Iron & Wine
Tennessee Cory Chisel
The Silent Ocean Windy & Carl
She Just Likes to Fight Four Tet
On My Side Cory Chisel
Love More Sharon Van Etten
If You Go Javier Dunn
If I Had a Boat James Vincent McMorrow

Thursday, February 17, 2011

down south

Way down...Argentina!

I've been here for nearly two weeks. Long days, hard days. I am exhausted, to say the least. We've had early call times and it's been hot, hot, hot.

My intention was to continue on with my practice. That's proven extremely difficult when working 16 hour days. I am looking forward to being home and being back in a routine.

I miss my life...like, my regular life with Mugi and things that seem routine. I know that seems incredibly blase...but it is the truth.

For some reason when I am away for work it is fun, but not me. I guess it used to be. I used to so look forward to it. Now, I feel like I want to be with those I love and the city that I love. I don't mean to sound like an ingrate. I am so blessed...I know this.

I've also been thinking a lot about loss. I think that when I am away from the familiar I start to miss things that weren't necessarily good for me. It 's a difficult thing to explain and I wish it weren't so. Hours on set allow for lots of time to sit and think...That can be dangerous.

I hear that the weather back home is warming up. I hope that the snow starts to melt. After living through many Maine winters...I know that Mother Nature can be a tease...I also know that sometimes she just wants to show us that it is going to be comfortable again.