I haven't blogged about this in quite some time. But I'm going to be gathering with the girls from the East Side of Somewhere on February the 26th, and already there's a freshness in the air, a spring in my step, and "Perfect lip gloss" has migrated onto my shopping list. I have to jog my memory to remember what not to wear. Was it the V-neck or the high waist? The cuffed pant or the shirt with rouching? Should my belt and shoes match? Damn. Last time I met up with them I smelled like flowers for 3 days. It was as if a halo of geraniums settled in around my neckline and every time I rotated or flexed my cervical spine I was reminded of how these women just smell good.

They get free flights of wine with a wink of an eye.
When I'm with them, people bring pillows and arm rests and see to it that the temperature is just right. Hair is voluminous and shiny, pores are tight. I'm reminded that I should actually wear a medium and not an extra large and that layering is technology. An old friend I'd forgotten about. I leave feeling like I own stock in Fabulous.

I'll be sure to document the event.

my kind of romance

Scene:
Josh Groban spinning. Max, Clara, Zoe and I are dancing around in interpretive free form dance. Sharing my special brand of crazy with them, that is better medicated by spontaneous interpretive dance than lithium, although some might disagree, and really, I drive my husband crazy.
Back to our dance. I'm a butterfly, they are gremlins nipping at my heels as I unfold from cocoon to monarch butterfly. Chasing me all over the obstacle course that is our living space. Leaping across laundry in a single bound. I pass Dave just as my twirling begins to unfold into it's full expression, joy radiating from every limb of my body and every lobe of my brain. Feeling the fullness of life and all the joy that exists within it.

Dave shoots me a stern look as I hold this pose, which emanates from the womb of the earth mother & grunts: "Are you having a seizure?"

I unfold and crumple into laughter.

My kind of romance.

Namaste

"Bear your heart like a torch before you and the darkness shall be light, the stillness the dancing."

T.S. Eliot

magic mechanics and the power of intention

Imagine a kitchen cabinet completely disorganized with contents perched precariously on top of one another. Topsy turvy. You have one more smallish mixing bowl that needs to find a place so that at least, externally, kitchen looks highly organized for family gathering.

Question:Is it possible, with great speed, eyes clothes, head tucked to: openthecabinetshovethebowlinandshutitagain without sustaining injury?

The answer is sweet.
It is Yes.

And if you are, like myself, a believer in magic mechanics and the power of intention, you, like me, KNOW, that this achievement has as much to do with how tightly the eyes are sealed shut, as well as the degree to which you KNOW this will work. And the success in the telling of this important story, has as much to do with the number of commas used, as it does content.

And with that.

Namaste.