Really quickly because I'm racing and rambling and bursting with love (yes I'm singing, cue: The Odd Couple) I have an idea, yes an IDEA and I shall begin writing ,yes WRITING tonight. Yes! Yes! Yes!
Peace, (and pep and bursting with love)
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I'm being sensitive...
I'm out here dear blog friends. I'm out here being sensitive about my PC crashing, my words dancing off with the Fried Piper of Hard Drive; wallowing in the self pity surrounding the recent rift in my writing world. But, I'm out here and I'm hanging in there, taking it all in and jotting it all down so I can begin again. I hope you all are doing well, and I'll be stopping in again soon.
Peace
Thursday, May 21, 2009
40 Day Challenge (revised)
Okay, so perhaps I did glean something from those seemingly restless moments of "meditation". Yesterday, I realized something; my zine- the one I've been working on for a long time, all 16 pages (.5 zine) is currently trapped in the depths of a dead computer. I typed up the handwritten pages and saved them in Publisher to print and publish on my birthday, July 12th. I may never retrieve them. It gets better, I recycled the handwritten pages during the move to eliminate clutter.
My initial reaction was my usual initial reaction; the bowling ball assumed its familiar place in the center of my throat pressing on whatever it presses to make my temples throb with a feeling of imminent implosion. Then I sighed, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and thought, I lost a bunch of words-a bunch of arduously and meticulously strung words, but words just the same. I felt an immediate tingling throughout, the way one feels when something previously constricting has been released. Like removing your favorite way too small jeans or a gorgeous pair of not so bunion-friendly shoes. Relief.
I was relieved of the need to threaten the inanimate source of my frustrations with bodily harm via expertly, meticulously strung series of expletives. I didn't stomp, flail my arms or roll my eyes so emphatically that I could mentally hear the stretch and pull of the occipital rectus family. I didn't turn green or burst the seams of my already tattered pajamas. I just accepted that perhaps the Universe has something greater in store. Perhaps, it was time I released myself from my electronically tethered existence (as I type this blog post). Perhaps the Favorite Guy will rescue my musings from the trenches and be promoted to Exalted Warrior of the Zineosphere. Who knows what all of this is really about but, I'm making my way through it all with a calm heart.
My initial reaction was my usual initial reaction; the bowling ball assumed its familiar place in the center of my throat pressing on whatever it presses to make my temples throb with a feeling of imminent implosion. Then I sighed, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and thought, I lost a bunch of words-a bunch of arduously and meticulously strung words, but words just the same. I felt an immediate tingling throughout, the way one feels when something previously constricting has been released. Like removing your favorite way too small jeans or a gorgeous pair of not so bunion-friendly shoes. Relief.
I was relieved of the need to threaten the inanimate source of my frustrations with bodily harm via expertly, meticulously strung series of expletives. I didn't stomp, flail my arms or roll my eyes so emphatically that I could mentally hear the stretch and pull of the occipital rectus family. I didn't turn green or burst the seams of my already tattered pajamas. I just accepted that perhaps the Universe has something greater in store. Perhaps, it was time I released myself from my electronically tethered existence (as I type this blog post). Perhaps the Favorite Guy will rescue my musings from the trenches and be promoted to Exalted Warrior of the Zineosphere. Who knows what all of this is really about but, I'm making my way through it all with a calm heart.
First thing on the NEW! challenge list was to write the list. Let's just say I'm off to a less than auspicious start.
Peace
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The 40 Day Challenge Update and more...
Sunday was day forty of my Calm Heart Challenge-do you want the Simon Cowell or Paula Abdul version of the outcome? Simon first? Okay. Feigns British accent which sounds a lot like a New Yorker feigning a British accent. "It was dreadful, like a drunk uncle at a wedding, dancing ballet to techno, sorry". The only time I felt calm were the times I did it in bed in a semi conscious haze. With all things related to my yogic path, I listen to my body. Through the cacophonous haze that is my mind, my body said, "nope, uh uh, we can't do this" about half the time and, I listened. Now for the Paula version. Sobbing gibberish. Um, yeah Paula is proud of me. I'm proud of me too, I tried.
The NEW! Challenge begins today. Whilst yammering with a gal pal, I unleashed a bit of hidden genius. It seems her manfriend is unemployed, not actively seeking employment and planning a vacation. Planning a vacation? "Well, isn't he already on vacation", I ask befuddled. She laughs and agrees that this is indeed an interesting philosophy. Well, I gave it some thought after our conversation ended, and I've been living quite loftily myself. Not lofty enough to stay calm and focused for 7 damn minutes- I tried...I tried, but lofty nonetheless. So, I am going to write a list of shit, er I mean important things that I would like...(no room for passivity) that I will complete over the next 30 days hence earning my week long vacation in June.
Did I mention the death of my PC? Oh yeah, that too...I'll have to sketch blog pics until everything has been shuffled around. This is going to be fun, can you just sense the smile in my words?
The NEW! Challenge begins today. Whilst yammering with a gal pal, I unleashed a bit of hidden genius. It seems her manfriend is unemployed, not actively seeking employment and planning a vacation. Planning a vacation? "Well, isn't he already on vacation", I ask befuddled. She laughs and agrees that this is indeed an interesting philosophy. Well, I gave it some thought after our conversation ended, and I've been living quite loftily myself. Not lofty enough to stay calm and focused for 7 damn minutes- I tried...I tried, but lofty nonetheless. So, I am going to write a list of shit, er I mean important things that I would like...(no room for passivity) that I will complete over the next 30 days hence earning my week long vacation in June.
Did I mention the death of my PC? Oh yeah, that too...I'll have to sketch blog pics until everything has been shuffled around. This is going to be fun, can you just sense the smile in my words?
Peace
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Shutter Click & Chat 5/17
One hundred dollars...Real Simple regularly asks its readers what they would do with an extra $100, and what a challenge it was for me to answer this seemingly simple question. I am a binge buyer, hence the receipts. Yes, I save them for when I come to my senses and need to return said impulse purchases.
I set out-in my head to buy the following items:
Aveda hair conditioner: $16
Board shorts: est. $20
Jason Mraz CD: $20
Art supplies: $40
I bought:
The absolute cutest: cotton blouse SALE $7, linen shorts SALE $15, denim shorts, SALE $15, Figure flattering jeans SALE $20
Comforter set SALE $44
Not shown: sunglasses $5...keep with me, they are, "the absolute cutest sunglasses", detoxifying face cleanser $6, exfoliating extra moisturizing body soap $6...sighs. You do the math! What would you do with an extra $100?!
Note: Shutter Click & Chat will be on vacation for a few weeks while I wrap up a few pressing projects.
Peace
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