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Yoga instructor plays Fiona Apple singing the Beatles’ Across the Universe – says the message is no matter what comes in or out of your life, nothing changes your world – good to remember: ACROSS THE UNIVERSE Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind, Possessing…
These are excerpts from a poem collection that Bill Lavender put together – I just have notes, not the title, full poem or much less the names of the poets (Lorenzo Thomas, Ralph Adamo, someone Meyer – I didn’t keep the poets name with the note) – but these lines resonate – they are all from different poems:A world wherethe flawis asprized as the crystal’sperfectionand I am dancing there.****The ground is still wetin those woods.****Nothing of…
Rain this morning. So we had to wait to walk and Loca paced and made noises under her breath and looked out the window – waiting. Arlene peed the floor. Thursday begins – some sort of restlessness last night that caused me to toss and turn and start thinking again of what I should be letting go of – but the thoughts persist – not heeding any of my purposeful admonishments to go – just…
From Seamus Heaney – one of my favs: VALEDICTION Lady with the frilled blouse And simple tartan skirt, Since you left the house Its emptiness has hurt All thought. In your presence Time rode easy, anchored On a smile; but absence Rocked love’s balance, unmoored The days. They buck and bound Across the calendar, Pitched from the quiet sound Of your flower-tender Voice. Need breaks on my strand; You’ve gone, I am at sea. Until…
I slogged out of bed this morning – just resistant to getting up and going – then I took the dogs out, then brought Arlene back – then took Loca out for a longer walk. This part of the walk began with me muttering underneath my breath – releasing anger about something that I need to just let go of – but I had a few more words to mutter before I could do that…
I like what it says – my affirmation for today – but not sure what it means:I know that God is infinite expression, and I can embrace the feminine face of God and find wholeness. Maybe it has something to do with Clinton winning New Hampshire.
Bayou St John is a bohemian neighborhood filled with an eclectic mix of doctors, musicians, professors, writers, artists, jewelers, business people and what have you – just a wonderful neighborhood in a wonderful city. Yesterday, when I was coming back from the ATM machine at the Can, I crossed the street instead of following the bayou home I took a side street over and ran into Evan Christopher – a talented clarinetist and friend –…
Coming back from the post office today, B stopped and drove up on the bayou to chat. He had just spent the entire weekend entertaining his boss and his boss’ boss and a bunch of managers by doing all things New Orleans including tailgating for the BCS game. He is up to his usual, trying to organize people around a children’s book that he has had written by an author and illustrated by a young…
F came by late this afternoon for some cay (Turkish tea) and we sat outside in the 74 degree temp and drank our tea from green crystal Turkish cups and saucers. I caught her all up on the latest drama – she was floored that all this nonsense is directed at me when I was the one who was assaulted at my own Turkish party! – and she said she’s in with me for Mardi…