This week's wisdom for my sign, courtesy of Michelle Tea:
Virgo, it is a difficult truth that sometimes a loss, or an avalanche of bullshit, actually frees us. If the painful loss or suffocating bullshit avalanche seems anything but liberating, than it's absolutely your job to look harder at your situation until you find the space in it to gloriously let go.
Post-yoga breakfast of champions: Coffee & candied orange peel. Slurky happiness.
(Today's practice brought to you by the Cocteau Twins. I'm glad I finished before iTunes dropped me into the first song on the Coil list....)
Scene: I'm getting dressed. Russell is dredging himself out of bed and away from the cat. I pull out the brown pants and my Serenity tee.
m: I think it's the sort of day where I align myself with the Browncoats.
r: Who are the Browncoats today?
m: I am.
r: Well then, I think it's always good to be aligned with yourself.
m: The real question is: Should I be Zoe, or Jayne?
r: Zoe's prettier.
m: Yeah, but Jayne is crazy.
r: Zoe's nearly as frightening.
m: And she's pretty.
Wish me luck today! I'm goin' in.
eleven years ago
you came to celebrate with me
eleven years ago
i didn't cry
five years ago
i said yes, please
you are still my favorite
and i still
and i still
say yes, please
Cooking is therapy. Behold the last three weeks:
3 quarts of green lentil salad
carrot, cuke & feta salad
spinach, blue cheese & apple salad
millennium's tofu spread
chicken andouille filé gumbo
chickpea & spinach stew
chickpea & spinach stew with merguez sausage
green garlic & hedgehog tart
leek & bacon tart
crab & goat cheese tart
rum butter cakes
simple salads with pan-seared red trout
tangerine & orange marmalades
A few things I've mentally jotted down to share over the last day:
I spent most of my day of travel yesterday immersed in a book (instead of my work email) - The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Near the very end, this struck me - and I marked it to show Chris; I think he won't mind sharing with you.
"Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day."
To all of my readerly friends - let's make a pact to stay great readers forever, ok? (So, what's your recent bookish find? Tell me!)
This morning, as I catch up on my auxiliary reads, I came across something germaine over on Superhero blog. I know you read her too, D - and mentally earmarked this thought for a pot of pretty tea or a cider and a little time outside to sit and chat with you.
"There is a teaching in buddhism that I have always been enamored with and it says, "There is never anything wrong in the moment." I love that teaching so much that I test it out on myself all the time. I stop whatever I'm doing, get really present and ask, "Is there anything wrong here?" And really, there never is. There is just a moment. Me and a moment.
And maybe that's the gravity I am talking about. That inevitable pull back to the moment, back to the core of myself, back to what I know is true. Back to what is. Not my fear, but what is.
Back to the place where there is nothing wrong."
Not-So-Confidential-to-R: I am so ready to go back to Barcelona. Want to play hooky and see what it's like in the spring?
My bags are packed; I'm ready to go.
(Well, the bags are packed, at least - no thanks to the little miss. ;) )
We're on our way out for a mornin' in Savannah, and then I'm westward bound. Home soon!
I have hunted the mighty InternetBeast, taken him down, and dragged him back to the cave for the pleasure of my best girl (and my employer).
Savannah is gorgeous - the first photos are uploading to flickr now. Home tomorrow. How's your week been? Mine's been humid and WARM in the day, and humid and COLD at night, with cuddly and squeeky jeebies, a yowling cat, and my best girl.
(And yes. The fountains really are dyed green.)