Thursday, June 02, 2005

I can't decide if I like ginger altoids.  They smell good though.  5:04:48 PM

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I feel like writing something of my own.... From my outstretched fingertips to my painted toenails, I'm aware Of what I'm holding onto and where exactly it's stored. The lack of trust in me from another my right shoulder The lack of trust from me into another my left shoulder My lack of focus my hips What's there in my lower back? A knot holding onto it all? And why is it that I'm not just releasing?   11:28:37 AM

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Two quick things from this lovely Shambhala Sun magazine. First this poem, which I adore (by Mary Oliver, called "Summer Day"): Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean - the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down -- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel into the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at least, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life. And then this quote..."Slow down and see who you really are.  Don't miss the beauty of this moment." Powerful words for my spirit in bold.  Thanks. 10:22:05 AM

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My body woke me up an hour early again.  This is beginning to creep me out.  I know bodies can get into routine, but on Tuesday it was following several days of getting up at 8 or later.  Can my body possibly know that this week my working out may be the only thing keeping me sane?  I'm having a rough week at work.  Logically I'm telling myself "don't take it personal. it's work" but am having difficulty with the follow-through.  Partly I think that I've been dealing with clients/customers for years, but having internal issues on the job is new to me.  Blah.  It's rough.  Only two days left though and then at least a weekend of a break.  Darn heart and leaky eyes!  It has to get better soon.  I haven't played guitar in a few day.  I'll take it with me today and play at lunch if possible. Saga of searching for a roommate is continuing.  Yesterday I get to a house and a little girl answers the door and invites me in and says her mom will be back soon.  Um, don't let a stranger into your house alone with your little girl!!  Seriously, we had exchanged two short e-mails.  I left a few minute later (since I hadn't known there were kids there...I'm not really wanting to live in a family environment right now).  Next! 6:22:22 AM

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