feeling a tad invisible and discouraged about certain artistic endeavors being too similar to other people’s artistic endeavors and somehow plugging on anyway. and yet. i am grateful for….
1) spending 10 hours on the BP this weekend.
2) root hill cafe in park slope. they rock, support them if you’re in the area.
3) getting the perfect beach invite for a quick dip today with the jjkk familiy. yay!!!
4) smelling like beach
5) the coincidences. like, snapping a pic on my cell phone of a street sign near the hudson for freedom place and sending it to a friend and getting a message back a few minutes later that he was, at the instant he received my pic, watching richie havens singing “freedom” on a woodstock special
6) my tank top that is reminding me to “trust the process”
7) that despite the discouragement, i still want to keep going
8) sandalwood mala beads
9) having an advance copy of mary karr’s new memoir, lit. which is so far of course great.
10) s. who talked me off the sad-ledge by reminding me that i might not actually be bummed out, just cooped up. and sure nuff, after a walk in the sun and an hour at the cafe and some writing, i was like, what? was i sad?
11) going into said cafe and there being a movie starring big bird playing on the silent tv. he’s in what i’m writing about.
12) cool neighbors
13) that someone in need of counsel asked me about lymph stuff, not knowing my background, and i had just that day printed out a diagram of the lymph system, and just two weeks ago got a bunch of lymph tips from a canadian bodyworker named jocelyn.
14) the feeling i had of being in a sexy, fluid body for a few minutes the other night while i was dancing at globesonic on a pier over the hudson river, syncing with the music and disappearing into how good it felt to disappear but still be aware of my hips and sway and groove.
15) that earlier that night a tiny little girl who could barely talk and was holding an abby cadabby doll (the cutest latest sesame street girl addition) came up to me and touched my skirt. and then came back again and touched my skirt, until her mom was starting to fret and i was like no, it’s ok, and asked about abby. and then later, sitting down with my feet stretched out in front of me and realizing exactly why i would be so attractive to a two-year-old: light pink fairy skirt with sparkly gold slippers. yeah, i am a two-year-old and abby cadabby is my mascot.
16) pink sunset on the hudson
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15) is the awesomest of all.