please pray for my dear friend lisa who lives in pago pago. she is supposed to fly to seattle for a week on monday.
the other day i thought to myself “unless i cut this hair, it will be waist-length by the holidays.” no-no-no-no. we cannot have this. it is so long and heavy that it shakes out of pony-tails unless i do 3 or 4 tiered ponies. i wake up every day with dreadlocks unless i wear two braids to bed.
i want nora’s hair from project runway: season 1.
or
a modernized carol brady shag.
-moved my podcast to a pod-specific host for easier downloading/ iTunes capability. { http://sunroseyogapodcast.podbean.com/ }
-looking at houses in oregon {they are SO MUCH more affordable than here—since i only rented when i lived there in my 20s, i had no idea…} & making my list of things to do before selling our seattle house.
-getting transcripts pulled from my undergrad and law school to apply for grad school.
-finishing my quilt. hand-tying takes a bit.
-putting together submission packet for a new hospital’s call for art.
- applying for jobs here & in portland.
-making holiday gifts using my fabric stash, beads, and herbs from our yard — i LOVE feeling like i’m on top of this.
- feeling grateful for my man. he’s a sweet kid.
L O V E .
sweetness + light.
namaste.
ira glass on tbtl today at noon (pacific)— be there or be square.
xxoo
but lately i have been
finishing paintings,
working on a commission,
running nearly every day,
deep in meditation,
deeper in love,
working on a 9th circuit brief,
applying for interesting jobs and commissions,
listening to my favorite radio show (it really *was* too beautiful to live),
podcasting,
quilting,
helping my family from afar (mama had trouble with her knee replacement— morphine overdose in the hospital, low iron lead to another transfusion— she’s better now, though),
trying to soak up as much sun as i can before the torrents return.
l o v e to my internet home-kids.
lying on the ground out in the desert, where the wide night sky was enclosed by two parentheses that were mountains. sweet music played somewhere off in the distance.
gentle, soft breezes kept it the temperature of solstice smiles.
and then the sky became a mix of animation and “reality” and i could touch the skies and make new constellations. the constellations then animated and talked to me while they watched me rearrange their star-friends.
and then i realized it was time to walk to my camp and i followed the sound of music.
