Friday, October 26, 2012

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Leap Away.

Day Five since I fell running (and leaping) in the woods. I'm just starting to feel a bit better today and I think I've concluded that I should keep my feet firmly on the ground. Until next time. 

Seriously, I know that I'm clumsy and I know that I will probably fall again but when I get the urge to leap....most of the time, I do it. I'm a girl of the heart, of the emotions with a good amount of sense that was hammered into me throughout my youth by my father. Thank God he was a strong willed man because I am definitely a strong willed girl. 

Fear is healthy for us, it makes us question if what we are doing is right for us, is right right now, etc... But when something larger than your sense of fear pushes you forward, you should at least give it a good listen. "Do one thing every day that scares you."~ Eleanor Roosevelt said. Great quote, but how many of us can actually say we do this everyday? It's almost impossible in a normal life. I wonder if Eleanor Roosevelt could claim this to be true of her own life. But I like the idea. Pushing past our own boundaries, leaving the door open a little bit to a new idea so that at least that new scary idea is a consideration. 

In The Artist's Way, he talks about this room of our mind and asks us to "gently set aside our skepticism - for later use, if we need it - and when a weird idea or coincidence whizzes by, we gently nudge the door a little further open. Setting skepticism [or fear] aside, even briefly, can make for very interesting explorations. [...] it is not necessary that we change any of our beliefs. It is necessary only that we examine them." (pg. 51, The Artist's Way, 1992)

Examine them so that you know they are actually your beliefs, your desires. Maybe we can all use a little leaping in our lives. To not be so sure of ourselves, to not be so close minded that everyone must surely but wrong except for us. What fun is that? Knowing everything is soooo borrinnng. Sure, we may tumble if we leap...and we may have to heal a bit after... but that's being human, isn't it? 

I want to end with a quote by a beautiful leaper through life and on stage, Martha Graham, who said, "There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost." Leap away, lovelies, leap away...

Thursday, October 18, 2012

yoga, photography, art in the woods of Connecticut.





Sunday I was recovering from an awful sickness and by Tuesday afternoon, I was in Connecticut with my lovely friend Angela taking yoga photos with Robert Sturman. I've been a big fan of his photography for about a year now so when I found out he had an opening...nothing was going to stop me, not illness or the 7 hour drive. I can't wait to see his photos... 

These are Angela's "behind the scenes" shots. She is a wonderful photographer in her own right. Check out her creative self at Truly, Madly, Deeply.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

My Friend.



Moths in my chest flutter then stop
Their sweet, sticky tongues
flickering long out to chomp on
the carcass that throbs there unsteady 

Removing it would be of no consequence
for it's already in shreds, useless
yet the dull ache of it lets one know 
that the rest of the body lives on 

Days of staring, holding devices
That are meant to connect
But I'm only divided...
Where are you my friend

Did you brush my hair
Did we look at the stars
Yet even then I was looking on us
As beloved memories from afar

Full with missing and heavy with desire.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Bows and Arrows.

So, just flexing my poetic muscles. I've written this one a bit ago...but decided to share it now. Please enjoy.


Bows and Arrows.

Go ahead, darling, show your ponies
I know that your dark horse will canter
I may draw the curtains close 
but I will certainly be waiting 

I will put the earl grey on
lace it with some honey
Boy, won't we have some fun
With you sitting at my pantry

You will play the duchess 
And I will play the king
Although all of my powers are
Stolen by the neighboring kingdom

Regardless, you wanted to soothe me
Then led me out to the firing range
But the targets got disheveled
And you marched on to bows and arrows

Isn't it all just darling
What could possibly be wrong 
When there are picnic blankets strewn about
And the hummingbirds sweet song?

Friday, October 12, 2012

Sweet Savannah.


Obviously, I have a thing for Savannah.

For whatever reason, it is one of the places that has sat romantically in my mind for a long time without ever having been there until this past summer. And now, I know why.

The people are lovely. They are local born and raised mixed with a fair amount of transplants that fell in love with it just like I did and they all mesh together so smilingly. So many people smile in this city and want to talk to you and share why they love Savannah.

There is so much culture and history. You don't have to know it, because you can simply feel it. But if you would like to know it, there are so many tours to help you with that.

There is so much good food. Are you kidding me? Southern Cuisine at it's finest. Paula Deen has a restaurant here, in case that point was up for debate. I didn't get to go there but I did visit some fine BBQ establishments and a beautiful rooftop restaurant on top of The Bohemian hotel. And, of course, as everyone who goes to Savannah probably knows, you take a stroll through the beautiful city's mini gardens on the street squares to Leopold's (ice cream) for your dessert. Delicious city, that Savannah.

Everywhere you look is beauty: Spanish moss hanging from trees, sunflowers growing on people's porches, people painting on the riverfront, smells and tastes of good food, warmth (which I love, for those who don't like the heat...maybe not for you). The people are so welcoming and just plain cool.

Savannah, I love you so. Keep being awesome.




































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