Since Tin started at Waldorf, I’ve been reading more and more about anthroposophy and Rudolf Steiner. Steiner was all over the map – writing about the need for a nourished earth to provide us with nourishing food – biodynamics; the need to move our bodies – eurythmy; the spirit body or etheric body and on and on. I’ve met Waldorf and Steiner at a most opportune time in my life – I need to simplify.…
I had lunch with a friend on Friday at Canal Street Bistro, a lovely cafe that has recently opened and serves very yummy food. The guy, Miguel, had opened a taqueria in Kenner and it was a little hole in the wall that soon became a victim of its own success and so right before the Federal Flood Miguel saw an opportunity to move uptown and open the motherlode of all taquerias – downstairs served…
I realized yesterday or rather it was pointed out to me that all of my “new life” talk wasn’t actually in practice. My nurse friend in the park said the reason that woman couldn’t get a vein and stabbed me so many times is she didn’t know what she was doing because she had not found perfect practice. “Perfect practice,” she said, it’s what my teacher used to tell us but I never knew what…
I have dropped OM for OOMM the last two weeks – out of my mind – the idea that we are leaving here for two months in under a week is beyond the pale. I have so many lists, I now have redundant lists, and things that are not on the lists, and all sorts of jumbled up jumble of stuff that keeps rumbling and I’m now mumbling. OOMM.
I met my park friends this morning while walking the dogs; it’s been a while because I’ve been walking later than usual but now am getting back to my early rise with the help of the higher dose of meds. I learned the black swan died – agh – I just ached when my friend told me. But the park has replaced Mr. Smooth with two young black swans and there they all were –…
When I lived in San Francisco, I lived around some incredibly talented people. Above me were artists, Kim Frohsin and Randy Sexton. Below me was the drummer from Translator and inside my apartment was a talented architect. That’s not to mention the talented friends who graced my life during this period. Since returning to New Orleans where the talent to costume, entertain, or make music just drips out of the ether, I’ve find myself in…
I woke early this morning for another blood letting – one more time to check my levels and see how my meds are working. Now that my dose is .050 rather than .025, I’d say they are working pretty damn well compared to before. But I might need to go a little higher, we’ll see. I waltzed into the lab boldly, as I have done this three times in as many weeks and felt confident…
With T1 and T2 as my family – it was bound to happen that the T on my keyboard has given way to weight from my fingers and now just remains depressed.
Viruses are weird things. A friend of mine’s son just had one and wound up in a wheelchair. My ex mother-in-law had one that passed through her heart – luckily the doctor was familiar and knew it wasn’t a heart attack even though it looked like one. My virus lasted 48 hours and kicked my butt. Literally. I spent yesterday immersed in work with blinders on because I wasn’t sure if I was going to…
I went to a birthday party on Saturday afternoon and from then till Sunday afternoon I felt like someone had slipped me a mickey – turned into a roaring fever by 5 on Sunday and I went to bed with chills and shakes and felt my body incinerating whatever had gotten into it that it was trying to rid itself of – twelve hours of sleep later, I emerged, shaken, not stirred.