i am grateful for…
1) reading fluffy celeb stuff in the times, because it’s smart-fluffy. about mamie gummer (of course meryl’s daughter sounds awesome) and diane keaton’s new architecture book, house. nice brain relief without the need-to-bathe feeling from TMZ.
2) mis-adventures of a garden state yogi by brian leaf. a really fun yoga memoir. just finished today, and it makes me want to finish, as in finish writing, my yoga memoir. this one was especially cool for me in that he’s a kripalu guy–so i know exactly who he’s talking about when he mentions the bandana’d yogi teaching vigorous yoga at 6am. and what the krip-illows are, and what skinny-dipping in the lake when you’re not even allowed a bikini feels like. and also the way kripalu allows you to generously, gently explore all of you, like no other style of yoga (IMHO.) a really fun read–well-structured, made me laugh. made me think, of course, that if i had had a less serious disease–like, say, colitis or ADD–instead of cancer, i might have found a blessed publisher. alas.
3) lori hope. we only ever phone and email chatted, but she was such an expansive, smart, generous person. i can’t stand it, all these young brilliant people dying because the chemical conglomerates and monsanto are ruling the world. gr-effing-rrrrrrrr. rest/travel/fly in peace, lori.
4) tackling a small but important hat project today. i have this wool hat that’s itchy. i love it, it’s gorge, i got it at a flea market, hand-knit in BK, all of that, but i think i’m getting more sensitive to wool and, ITCH! so last winter i kept thinking–I need to sew a lining in this hat. and because that is along the same lines as, “i want to go to iceland” and “i should really clean out my cosmetics cabinet,” it didn’t happen. but today, brain-fogged from three nights in a row of 3 am migraines, i got out the pink flannel i ordered just for this purpose, and sewed, and voila! itch-free hat! it’s the little things, indeed.
5) being with a man who loves me. like really seems to love me, even though i go through these incredibly rough spells when i am all headaches and tears. or at least the ratio of headaches and tears to silly jokes and sexy dresses is all off. but he’s not running away and even reminded me about ram dass, which reminded me about eckhart tolle, and there we are, in bed talking about the pain body and not blaming circumstances for this portable pain ball i cart around everywhere, that yes, certain circumstances inflame, but it’s about just being with the pain ball instead of the stories the pain ball makes up to justify its existence and to create the illusion that if i shift circumstance it will go away. because it won’t go away until it is stared down and loved. or something. pain ball gets some love. thanks, husband.
6) krishna das!!!! oh so lovely to slip into that community, the dancing, the chanting, the dude in the long brown ruffled skirt “hare ram”-ing at full volume behind me. all the nice, spiritual upper west side psychotherapists head-bobbing and clapping and kali-durga-ing. goddess bless him and da band.
7) red lentils. though they’re really orange. was their namer color-blind? no matter, they are a delightful fall feast with basmati and pac choi, this very dark green leafy slightly spicy veggie.
8) naps.
9) doing all of the laundry. all! which means it is folded and put away, even. yes, even the hang-ables, hung! thank you very much.
10) friends.
xo
