Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sunday mid May
Invisible airplanes defect from the sky.
I don't mind the steady Sunday morning mist,
so long as there's an Escher canopy of green -
Spring green! - the gravestones turn themselves over in their field,
seeding new life in the bone yard.
walking up the western promenade with Olivia, and.
The sound all around isn't deafening
but confusing if I didn't know an airport
was just over south bridge from here.
Portland, fortunately, looks fine in the rain,
built of snug brick, empirically,
by robber barrons, presumably, on vacation.
I don't mind the steady Sunday morning mist,
so long as there's an Escher canopy of green -
Spring green! - the gravestones turn themselves over in their field,
seeding new life in the bone yard.
walking up the western promenade with Olivia, and.
The sound all around isn't deafening
but confusing if I didn't know an airport
was just over south bridge from here.
Portland, fortunately, looks fine in the rain,
built of snug brick, empirically,
by robber barrons, presumably, on vacation.
Monday, May 9, 2011
a night I loved
The year was 1990, the summer before seventh grade. I had just made my Clinton Town Hall stage debut as Moth in a professional production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I had a crush on blond Lysander and longed to be as elegant as the dancer who played Titania. After the last performance a cast party was held at a house on High Street, in the garden. I had never seen anything so lovely.
The grand old house was white and gauzy, doors flung open to the outside. I did not have the vocabulary to describe its effortless art, so many rich, beautiful objects assembled, living together, surrounding the lucky, lovely people. Most players/revelers were already outside, of course, as we were all immersed sylvan creatures after months of rehearsal and a week performing Shakespeare's green world tale of comedy and confusion.
I loved everything about this sparkling, silver night. There was wine and coquetry, masks and dancing. New lovers planned a parting in tucked away gazebos and directors bellies swelled under full moon. Summer was ending, school was starting; I was growing up. I did not want to leave a creating life, full of wonderful things and interesting people. I was transformed that magic evening, reading a wealth of pretty possibility in my static home town.
The grand old house was white and gauzy, doors flung open to the outside. I did not have the vocabulary to describe its effortless art, so many rich, beautiful objects assembled, living together, surrounding the lucky, lovely people. Most players/revelers were already outside, of course, as we were all immersed sylvan creatures after months of rehearsal and a week performing Shakespeare's green world tale of comedy and confusion.
I loved everything about this sparkling, silver night. There was wine and coquetry, masks and dancing. New lovers planned a parting in tucked away gazebos and directors bellies swelled under full moon. Summer was ending, school was starting; I was growing up. I did not want to leave a creating life, full of wonderful things and interesting people. I was transformed that magic evening, reading a wealth of pretty possibility in my static home town.
Friday, May 6, 2011
week in review
Monday: dragged myself to Nia after work. We practiced Butterfly and I figured out how to swing my arms and legs, keeping them straight to complete the clapping, lunging move. A satisfying dance class, chatted with a lady named Bess - which is a great name - about Yogave.
Tuesday: I have no recollection of Tuesday. It's possible we skipped Tuesday this week.
Wednesday: practiced Opal on the morning, to teach this coming Monday at the railroad building. Walked Olivia up the hill and all was turning green. I had forgotten, when I was far, far away and dreaming of a break from the awful heat that autumn brings, longing for a quiet, dying ing season, I had forgotten that spring is fantastic. fantastic! The trees are budding yellow-green reminders of life and many colored simple flowers are brimming up from front lawns. it seems unpremediated, but it must have taken a lot of work and waiting. Birds chirp and the air is brimming.
Thursday: interpersonal neuro biology in therapy. my brain is malleable and everything can be reshaped, unlearned, and repatterned. But I can't skip steps. I love the lavender counches in her 3rd floor office and,even more, I love the transitional, womb-like waiting area with unstuffed couches and fat brown bears. After work we went to see Fast Five. It has a rakish charm I enjoyed. Also, Merlot at the bar. Also Paul Walker. rraor.
Friday: 9:30 am Vinyasa Flow at Yogave. I sweat on my plum colored mat. Outside thw window were trees and birds reflecting our calm, and inside the yellow studio serious women - and one man - breathed audibly. I worked hard to bend, breathe, and balance. It challenges me in every way and will enhance my Nia practice.
a quiet weekend at home is planned. reading, writing, walking, and practicing Nia. Maybe a drive up the coast for house-looking and lobster roll having. Hooray may!
Tuesday: I have no recollection of Tuesday. It's possible we skipped Tuesday this week.
Wednesday: practiced Opal on the morning, to teach this coming Monday at the railroad building. Walked Olivia up the hill and all was turning green. I had forgotten, when I was far, far away and dreaming of a break from the awful heat that autumn brings, longing for a quiet, dying ing season, I had forgotten that spring is fantastic. fantastic! The trees are budding yellow-green reminders of life and many colored simple flowers are brimming up from front lawns. it seems unpremediated, but it must have taken a lot of work and waiting. Birds chirp and the air is brimming.
Thursday: interpersonal neuro biology in therapy. my brain is malleable and everything can be reshaped, unlearned, and repatterned. But I can't skip steps. I love the lavender counches in her 3rd floor office and,even more, I love the transitional, womb-like waiting area with unstuffed couches and fat brown bears. After work we went to see Fast Five. It has a rakish charm I enjoyed. Also, Merlot at the bar. Also Paul Walker. rraor.
Friday: 9:30 am Vinyasa Flow at Yogave. I sweat on my plum colored mat. Outside thw window were trees and birds reflecting our calm, and inside the yellow studio serious women - and one man - breathed audibly. I worked hard to bend, breathe, and balance. It challenges me in every way and will enhance my Nia practice.
a quiet weekend at home is planned. reading, writing, walking, and practicing Nia. Maybe a drive up the coast for house-looking and lobster roll having. Hooray may!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Breakfast Dishes
Dinner dishes are gross and insurmountable. But breakfast plates, tackled straight away, are objects to meditate on, and not a chore. Sponging yolky yellow. Drying orange juice glasses with a sunny towel. Wiping down the counters with vinegar and lemon. A light meal of poached egg on toasted bread, a brief repast before the day begins in earnest. Sitting at the country table, standing at the sink. Lavender dish soap, as our morning sun shines in through the windows, incentive for the herbs to grow. I am thankful for all that I have. Amen.
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