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05/03/2006 20:35 #21900

Spring has Sprung
Category: dance
I feel like life is in fast forward and catching my breath in the insanity of the current pace is a challenge. How do you hold time in one place? Would he stay still if I just asked him too? Is he that gentlemanly?
    I officially know what kelp feels like floating on the ocean. There are so many life lessons occurring in my life at this time I can barely digest it. I just realized it has been over six months since I have written a poem. For those of you that know me, know how unusual this fact is.
    Some of my friends and I have been in conversations about the interesting things that happen at certain ages in ones life. A group of my friends met out on Chippewa Street a couple of weekends ago. I forgot how many young women go out to find a person to connect with. There is no point to connecting with people with alcohol in your system. The real connection happens when you are sober! Man did I get drunk! I went out to find a good DJ, by my criteria it is a hard thing to do sometimes. We did it though! I was so happy with the mix I drank and danced until I could do neither or was it that 4:00am came sooner than I had realized and they kicked us out of the bar!
    Morning came and I was not pleased. I remembered why I gave up drinking 5 days a week! I woke up drunk. Being a responsible adult, my body clock woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep so began my day. I went to visit one of my neighbor’s who is for all intents and purposes a functional alcoholic. Looking like last weeks laundry entered his abode and asked him how he could do this to himself everyday, day after day? He told me to have another drink. We discussed the concept of the Hair of the Dog that bit me, to become sober. I told him, right now, I would prefer to just bit the dog back and he could keep his hair! I was sore in places that shouldn’t be sore. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or some of the crazy ass moves I attempted in a drunken state. Finally after caring for my stomach and feeding myself and then visiting my parents, my mother convinced me to just relax on the couch where I slept off the afternoon! I then had to confess to my choir (we are a few member short of a full compliment) why I could not make it to mass. They teased me mercilessly! I’ve decided next time I am going out to dance and stay sober! I can still tear up a dance floor without inhibition if the music that is spinning takes you to another place!
    It is ironic actually. I realized just how much I gave up in my last long-term relationship! I remember waking up and first thing I did was turn on music, came home from work, cleaned the kitchen, doing the hated dishes to tunes makes all the difference, laundry, traveling, hell it was the fabric of my life. Then I lived with people who didn’t have my eclectic tastes in music and then I began dating a man that couldn’t dance. I thought I compromised. There is a heartbeat within the music, something that kept me thriving, striving and kicking. I did become lazy, but why argue with your significant other about music. It’s cool. It really wasn’t. I gave up personal happiness (the way I can make me happy â€" my responsibility â€" not someone else’s), exercise, a neat home, getting all my housework done in a timely manner, and a deep part of who I am. I dance. It is who I am. That is why the best job I ever had was being a DJ, I taught people how to be happy, enjoy life, to embrace their inner dancer, even if they felt it looked like an epileptic fit instead of an acceptable form of dancing â€" it was movement and the result every time they got to that point of release â€"SMILE! There is nothing better than that feeling. My joy came not only from dancing, but also from sharing it with others!
    It is about learning to celebrate. How do you celebrate life? What does the drum tell you? What universal secrets whisper to your inner being? How do you become one with the universe? How do you express yourself? What takes you to that point of release? What vibration moves you? Tune it in, tune into yourself. Sing. Write. Dance. Muses take me away to the land of Inspiration!

03/15/2006 12:30 #21899

Life Happens
It never fails I plan to post at least once a week to once a month, because that just seems reasonable. Then I don't get around to it.

I am better and have survived fifths. One of my friends keeps asking me when I'll get to sixths! I am not sure any virus is a good one, so I will pass!

My father has been fighting an infection for over a year and this past weekend he went in for emergency surgery. His is now home and all is curmudgeonly and argumentative so he is on the mend. His foot really looks much better after the surgery. Yet does losing a toe led to losing the foot to losing the leg or does it stop and heal? *SIGH*

Work is busy, but keeping a steady pace. I am working on bringing in a large presentation to the whole school on the Saint John's Bible and Calligraphy with a friend. It is history in the making. Oh read the site if you are interested: www.saintjohnsbible.org.

I was so overwhelmed by this past weekend that I had completely forgot to go to a teacher-certification training seminar and had to reschedule.

"To the Pain, Princess!" On Sunday was the beginning of some serious tooth pain for 3 days it held me in its grasp and wouldn't break free until I found the right balance of sleep, pain medication and an emergency dental visit for the next generation of my root canal. Ask me when I am done if it was worth it!? But today my pain is at a monotonous 1 versus the solid 5 or 6 from Sunday, Monday and Tuesday morning. I am still irritable. I think next time I am going to have the tooth extracted, it's cheaper, there is less overall pain and less time with your mouth open!

I have a new library saga that I am in the middle of extracting myself from and trying to be reasonable, later update after the anger has subsided.

Completed reading the Ursula LeGuin Earthsea series. If you like sci-fi and dragons and magic and wizards and words of power, give it a read. I liked it so much it is on my Christmas list for the 6 hardcover volumes for my Sci-Fi library! That is saying something.

Have you ever been on a book hunt? Sci-Fi readers understand this more that other genre readers. There was a book that created a prequel before it completed the sequel and I found it in the hardcover version at a reasonable price on my errands on Saturday morning and couldn't pass it up. I have a great many other novels to read before I get to these precious jewels! There is something to be said for owning things, yet there is a freedom to not having anything. Of course now there is another book I am on the hunt for to see if the sequel was ever written. That will be the next order of business on my next library trip.

May life take you on unexpected adventures; remember to enjoy the journey for once you reach your destination there is only storytelling!
theecarey - 03/15/06 16:20
I find myself on a book hunt a few times a year. Anytime I read a new and intriging author (no matter what genre-I read anything), I go in search of every book ever published- it is like a treasure hunt. Sometimes in the process I find more authors, etc. Ahhh books, so many-- so little time.

Mouth pain is horrific. I know well the misery of pre root canal- nerve death. "It hurts" is an understatement.

02/02/2006 23:30 #21898

What do hugs mean to you?
Category: family
Today is the anniversary of both my grandfather's deaths. I was OK, most of the day. Well as can be expected when you're sick! I watched Missing Persons and some little kid in me remembered that there was something I needed to make sure I didn't forget. It is usually a rough day every year. I was very close to both my grandfather's.

I recently watched The NeverEnding Story II The Next Chapter. Cheesy maybe, but either way Bastian knew the importance of a memory. Some days memories are the only thing that get you through the day. Some good, some bad or just unusual. My family has gotten really small and I really miss my grandparents. All of them have past on to live another life somewhere out there. I love them. I miss them. I have grieved. I have been angry. I have been sad. I just miss the fact that I can't hug them!

Something so simple. A hug. Something we take for granted. There is a comfort in the embrace of someone we trust and love unconditionally and knowing it is returned. Family matters. I have tried to explain it before to other people and for all my verbosity I don't think I can ever articulate what I feel. I was in their lives for a very short time considering the span of their lives. I was blessed. I knew them both well. Very different in personality and ideas, but they both had fierce hearts and loved life and their families. I am honored to have known the light from the flames their souls brought to this life.

Sometimes I wish I had all the wisdom of their life experiences to make it through all the rough spots in my life. And then this stupid thing pops up... I was lucky enough to know my grandparents. I do not think that will be true of my children and I grieve for a loss that only the future will answer and yet this fear / grief feels solid and certain.

So here I sit spilling tears over the past and the future. When will we ever learn, right Gramps? We are supposed to celebrate their life and the accomplishments of their lives, one of which was me.

I love you and carry you in my heart and I will always remember!
metalpeter - 02/03/06 17:50
Maybe it is because I'm a guy, but not really into the hug myself. The Handshake hug pat is kinda weird but it is ok. I wont even get into the dirty hugs here those are a copletely differant story with completely differant meanings.
ladycroft - 02/03/06 11:40
i love hugs. ((hug))

01/30/2006 18:26 #21897

My Precious Sinusitis
Category: health
I am highly annoyed with being sick so much this year. Teaching gives a whole new meaning to endurance, when it comes to ones health. I am now having regular visits to my doctor, not one of my favorite things. I figure more than 2 visits a year is too much and I am already there due to this infection/virus whatever it is. I felt decent at the beginning of this weekend. I took a small visit out of town for something important to me and my sanity. Came home Sunday, relax chilled out, everything is cool. Woke up this morning like I have the worst hang over in the world and nothing is helping except sleep. UG!
Light and sound feel like torturous things that were made just to make me wince. My head is pounding as if I were wearing a crown that was too tight, or maybe a vice made of metal unforgiving in squishing my brains to mush. Food is only taking the edge off. I hope I don't wake up with this hangover feeling. I really want to have fun with my kids tomorrow and can't help the feeling like this is only some half-life of my former healthy self.
leetee - 01/31/06 13:43
Feel better and get well soon! For whatever reason, tea seems to help me a lot... i wonder if that has anything to do with me being an anglophile?
jason - 01/31/06 00:46
Ditto, get better! I've been suffering too, hopefully I'm' pulling out of it.
ladycroft - 01/30/06 21:55
get better! i was sick for 13 days.

01/13/2006 15:39 #21896

Christmas Eve
Category: family
My mom and I have a long standing tradition to sing midnight mass for the choir we belong to and I tried to take pictures with our digital camera, which I am learning how to use.