i am grateful for…
1) our indiegogo campaign, which is chugging along!
2) doing a dream, no matter the outcome.
3) harney & son’s mint-chocolate tea. the perfect gray-day companion.
4) rediscovering my mini tea-pot with strainer (thanks, LT–i borrowed yours at your house and was like, this is SO much better than the little strainer balls that always release stray bits of tea!)
5) getting through a bit of a dark time with lots of light.
6) my husband. major, beautiful, luminous source of said light. also, the word husband, which i am still wrestling with because a) it sounds like something someone MUCH older than i would say b) it sounds like something someone from another era–50’s, 70’s, would say (“yes, i’m carol brady and my husband mike will be home soon.”) c) it’s very grounding. like, redwood-style. and i’m so used to feeling untethered and floaty and having to ground through tenseness and fists that the word feels simultaneously unfree and hugely freeing. roots to have wings. d) it’s just a funny word that makes me think of cows and tom selleck. e) also, husband sounds like maybe something a feminist should not deeply enjoy. but i’m rolling with those two syllables and trying to own them for myself. next week i’ll grapple with: wife.
7) elena brower, who quoted this gorgeous poem in one of her yogaglo classes the other day:
Your Other Name
If your life doesn’t often make you feel
like a cauldron of swirling light –
If you are not often enough a woman standing above a mysterious fire,
lifting her head to the sky –
You are doing too much, and listening too little.
Read poems. Walk in the woods. Make slow art.
Tie a rope around your heart, be led by it off the plank,
happy prisoner.
You are no animal. You are galaxy with skin.
Home to blue and yellow lightshots,
making speed-of-light curves and racecar turns,
bouncing in ricochet –
Don’t slow down the light and turn it into matter
with feeble preoccupations.
Don’t forget your true name:
Presiding one. Home for the gleaming. Strong cauldron for the feast of light.
Strong cauldron for the feast of light:
I am speaking to you.
I beg you not to forget.
–Tara Sophia Mohr
8) sharing said poem with some lady friends. sharing poetry is such beautiful community. commune-ity. i love it. makes me feel so connected at all the right levels–heart, soul, wings.
9) big bird. my power animal in the spotlight.
10) yoga in my living room.
11) art posters with gold in them–makes them feel alive.
12) doing a good job. feeling proud is cool.
13) ragweed chilling out. i love breathing without feeling like i’m doing a bong hit of dust bunnies.
14) fall, now that the ragweed has chilled out.
15) going to see krishna das this weekend! hare! jai!
