"Each friend represents a world in us, Monday, December 31, 2007
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"Each friend represents a world in us, Sunday, December 30, 2007
Swan Song. . .Sorta
Q: "You've got to make contact with the alien leader. How will you tell when the conversation is finished?"
A: here.
(2)
Saturday, December 29, 2007
dreamtime
it's raining.Friday, December 28, 2007
Seuss und Steiner
The library figured heavily into my life when I was a little kid. We brought home loads and loads of Dr. Seuss for my father to read aloud and every visit I chose a Kiki book also. My favorite was Kiki Dances, but the memory of it was fuzzy until I found a copy of it at a church rummage sale not too long ago. It's hard to explain the feeling of sweet clarity that blasted through my whole body when I opened that book that I hadn't seen since I was four or five.
And then my more analytical eye popped wide open to become aware of how the major theme in my life of not knowing who I want to be or what I want to do, parallels quite fittingly with this 30 page picture book. A little girl who wants to be a grown-up lady, and a cowboy in the rodeo, and a magician, and a tightrope walker and of course a ballerina etc. . .
Plus there's the added after-effects of Green Eggs and Ham and Horton Hears a Who.
(4)
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Fashionably late.
Way back in May, Willie & I thought we'd trade portraits in the name of Rama's Portrait Party. But alas, time doth flew. . . Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Fwd:
Over at Kerstin's blog I read about a pay-it-forward game. She invited me to play. I hadn't signed up, but she sent me a special invitation to join in and I couldn't resist.
Monday, December 24, 2007
from the stacks
I didn't 'get' reading until I was around 17 years old. It's almost like I was faking it until then. For years I was quite adept at putting words into my head and barely letting them touch me. No satisfaction. No real enjoyment. I think I was suffering from some sort of reading disorder.
Then there was a shift. It may have had to do with all the pot I was inhaling at the time, but I suddenly began to savor words, salivate over an enticing strand of plot and hunger for knotty characters with intricate twists. Even non-fiction affected me in a deeper way than it had before. I had discovered an alternate universe.
I don't read as much as I used to. I have boxes of books stored away. Some I have read and hope to read again. Some I've been carting around for years waiting for a reason to dive in. The Magic Mountain has been with me since about 1980. Unread. I was recently inspired to dig it out and give it a go. It is beside my bed now. Waiting.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
12 Steps
1) Out the door.
2) Turn left.
3) Walk up the hill.
4) Down the other side.
5) Keep walking.
6) Say hello to Crazy Ray.
7) Say hello to his dog, Lady.
8) Turn right at the Baptist church.
9) Pass the ice skating pond and the new fire station.
10) Stand by the river.
11) Breathe for a while.
12) Head home.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Rattled
It's been a busy week. If it was just a list of stuff to do I don't think I'd feel so squinchy and scrambly. It's when the list has emotions and people attached that I feel like this.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Suzanne!!!
This amazing woman is one of the very few people I know on this earth who entirely accepts me.
As is.
The rotten and the lovely.
The mad and the maddening,
The messy bits,
The neurotic bulges, lily-white binges and barbaric behaviors.
She asks hard questions, expects honest answers.
Plus she even laughs at my jokes.
All this even before her new career as a life coach.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Q is for Quiddity
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Right Angle
"Same old eyes, same old world but the difference is how you look at what is in front of you, not what is."
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Oh Brother
I haven't seen my brother in a while. Years. He is busy. We live miles away. We used to play cards and draw and talk and smoke pot and laugh and listen to music and run around the yard hooting like mountain gorillas when it was raining.
Now, none of that. A forced email now and then. When I go home to visit family I need to make an appointment to see him. When we do get together, we still laugh and play, but it's different.
(looking for an old picture of us on the front stoop to post tomorrow)
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Dishes Me
I woke up this morning remembering a dream I had that I could read my fortune from the dirty dishes in the sink. You know, kind of like tea leaves in an empty cup?
What did I do?
I stumble downstairs in a crusty-eyed 5 a.m. daze and stand by the sink drawing a sleepy picture of my dirty dishes. It is freezing and I need to build a fire and Spike is sniffing me in a way I don't appreciate and the cat wants to eat and I've got an idea for a project and someone left the butter out last night and I can hear Hannah's alarm clock's monsterous beeping and I am worried about the computer crashing and now I think I know what my dream was about.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
dec. desk
Sometimes I think it's best to just take a moment and stand on my chair and look down on the lovely chaos below.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Up Yours
They say if you look up and put your hands in the air that it is nearly impossible to feel depressed.
But a difficult task while driving, or in the supermarket, or at work.
Seems a little desperate, doesn't it?
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
10 tens
"The soul can become a reality again only when each of us has the courage to take it as the first reality in our own lives, to stand for it and not just 'believe' in it."
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Hello
Monday, December 3, 2007
touched
Months ago I saw the first two books of the Griffin and Sabine series, by Nick Bantock on Ruth's coffee table. I'd heard of the series and had always wanted to read them even though I had no idea what they were about. She sent them home with me and there they sat on my table unread until yesterday when I had a quiet Sunday morning moment. Every word and image soaked in and I cried and cried.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
When evolution hurts
Hafiz said, "Nothing evolves us like love."
humph...
don't like it...
don't wanna...
wha wah wa..
I changed my mind.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
say my name
Switchsky.
I never said it out loud until recently.
In the car.
Alone. It's a tricky one.
I had a speech therapist when I was about 12.
I had to sit with him once a week in a tiny, white room with orange plastic chairs saying silly, spithy, lispy words inches from his big, nubby mug or into a warpy little metal mirror, or sometimes with another girl who really had a lisp. She'd spit 'she sells sea shells by the sea shore' all over the place. All over my face.

















