Born on a Thursday Number Thirteen
Part of why I am going back to New York, I want to communicate with people face-to-face, I want to have creative connection face-to-face, I want to really see my friends rather than seeing what they are doing on facebook. I want to be doing things with them!! I want to hear their music live, I want to make music with them live, to write, to dance, to laugh, to talk, to share - to really really share.
Is it a risk for me to go to New York? I don't think it's any more risky than me staying here where I have not been able to break out of isolation for over two years. I think sticking around much longer where I barely have any connection is a bigger risk.
Patti says it well. We need connection!! and - We need to get angry!
I've decided that every Thursday I am going to post something. I was born on a Thursday - hence the names of my Thursday posts - Born on a Thursday. Maybe I'll turn it into a blog of it's own, but for now, this is where I'm putting my Thursday musings.
These posts are inspired by artist Charles Kurre, who I met recently on a jaunt out to Scottsdale to look at art. (Coincidentally, it was a Thursday when I met Charles). His art is playful and frenetic - and certainly worth a look—or better yet, a purchase. Check out his blog It Happens Every Tuesday.
Also, poet, adventurer, and teacher Maya Stein puts out a poem every week called Ten-Line Tuesday. She rode her bicycle from Massachusetts to Wisconsin towing along a typewriter for writing adventures with anyone who was willing to type a line or more. She called her journey Type Rider. She even rode her bike through Clinton, NJ - one of my hometown hangout places.
I walked to work today. I'll ride my bike tomorrow. One of the great things about walking is seeing what you miss while driving. And thinking. I get flooded with ideas when I walk and ride.
reiki, writing, tarot
* I will also be giving reiki sessions and will be teaching reiki as well as small gentle hatha and flow yoga classes. More information on that coming up soon . . . feel free to contact me if you're interested.
I didn't bring enough warm clothes with my this week! Wish me luck on my job hunt . . . I'd like to start grooving in Phoenix full-time - though I have had an interesting discussion tonight with my friend Linda and an Apache history lesson (which will resume tomorrow).
Tonight our new neighbor upstairs had a gathering at her place and then a group of us went over to the Phoenix Arts Center and looked at ceramics and glass and paintings. We met the director and a few teachers. I think I want to take a pinting class just to be in that atmosphere. And do some life drawing. I need to just draw.
Today my brain just shut down. I could barely think at all. Still can barely think. I got through the day on sheer willpower.
I went to Dara Thai for lunch and there was a group of about 10 senior citizens sitting at a table saying things like, "This place isn't American . . . She kept asking me what kind of meat I want with my noodles, the description doesn't say anything about meat . . . Why would I want to annoy myself by watching the DNC? . . . Sometimes I think the Lord gets confused, people pray for the sun to shine while some people pray for rain - just too many people praying at the same time . . . Can we have these all on separate checks?"
The kids are back.
Flagstaff went from a quiet slow moving town to a giant traffic jam in one day.
NAU has officially begun classes. The wind picked up and it was a little chilly, too. Autumn is coming.