Watching Listening Reading Doodling Waiting Sometimes there is no way to explain the need for momentary silence, but I wanted to at least acknowledge mine. I am still here, just silent for now, but I am keeping in touch via my Instagram while engaging in commenting and reading other blogs in the meantime. I also have been writing a lot of letters . . . a lot of them. Head up. Head down. Can’t do both at once, but in the meantime one can also strive ahead.
I have been keeping my eyes opened for well filling opportunities. Working on the blog goes beyond writing a post and putting it out. It is about exploring ideas, editing, and ‘filling the well’. Deliberate threads weave through well fillers, those common threads being anything that will help inform and influence the way I manage my energy, time, and define my intention. A stack of required reading migrates to my bag, the coffee table, the dining table, the sofa, lobbies and to restaurants. I do not often read one book straight through. Typically, I alternate between two at a time, and though one may not recommend reading that way, it works A-Okay for me. Imagine just having one extended class for an entire week, with no other subjects at hand – it’s hard to stay engaged. Or one can also imagine having unconfirmed ADD, and that would explain this too (and so many other things about me….) That is how I feel about my relationship with books. Being immersed in one subject only would drive me to tears. Since these books are …
The thing is … I get so excited about things and then I do it intensely without taking a break much less eat breakfast or lunch, and before I know it I CRASH. Usually around this time, 4 o’clock or so. I already know this is not a sustainable way to work. I already am convinced that working on my projects this way shoots my adrenals way up high. But I cannot stop myself sometimes, and I just need to keep on going. I love for example, a print, and everywhere I go I look for it. I saw a vintage print of vegetables in a home boutique and everywhere afterwards I saw stacks of vegetables in frames, paintings of vegetables and books about vegetables. I stumbled upon covers of magazines and lead stories online featuring the season’s vegetables. There were cards with vegetables at the hardware store, ceramic replicas of vegetables and aprons with vegetables, farmer’s markets that I am compelled to walk through just to touch the vegetables. I want to see the farmers with their gritty …
So many little spaces are opened to the public and perfect for quiet moments outside even when you are stuck in the middle of the city. The lunch hour crowd brings out many people seeking the sun as well. I started talking with a gal on the next bench because of her casually coordinated purple accented outfit and interesting Osborn craft footwear. I like what she does, “curatorial assistant.” That totally rocks. In my next life I would love to closely study and work with art and museums. Speaking of museums, if you are in the Bay Area, please visit the De Young Museum’s Botticelli to Braque exhibit going on through the end of May. A great variety of masters are included in the presentation on tour from The National Galleries of Scotland. I like the look of art lovers enjoying the pieces. This is one of those rare cases when having someone in my shot is the very thing that makes the shot. This visit was after our early morning participation at Golden Gate Park for a walk/ run by O2 …
Confiding in a comrade who can tap into your mind with honesty, acceptance and humor is one of life’s true gifts. The rain came down so hard that afternoon I nearly reconsidered the trek from the city across the bridge. Dramanut and I were long overdue for a face to face, so I reminded myself though life is long, opportunities may be fleeting. Lunch in Marin was a small price to pay for a day with this date. We settled in at the cozy restaurant smelling of herbs and sauteed vegetables after the hugs and cheerful, “How are you’s?” and “So good to see you’s”. She’s the kind of girl who sets an alarm on her phone so there is no need to do a time check between hello and goodbye. Talks with girlfriends who are everyday counterparts to your therapist require a restaurant that is quiet but not too quiet, because even when nobody knows you, one must be mindful of the secrets she spills, whether silly or scintillating. A casual comment here, followed by a curious question there, a keen observation afterwards, a gasp, a giggle, then a …
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