Category: thoughts

was sick for awhile, the last 2 days being the best i have felt in a long time… the brain, however, has refused to rest in this time so there are sticky notes everywhere of ideas, projects, thoughts, rants and questions. where to start…

i have become enamored of old fashioned words and old proper english (ie british) vocabulary (wildly crazy for those of you who are wondering if “enamored” is some sort of allergy)… after reading dorothy sayers “lord peter wimsey” stories, i now find myself rereading them, notepad in hand, copying down unknown words and spellings and usages so i can use them in everyday life… the latest word that has grabbed hold is “pipemma” sometimes “pip emma”…
the term was used by british signalmen and stands for p.m. or afternoon. ack emma is its counterpart, standing for a.m. or morning.

we live in a world of short sentences, short thoughts, fast and furious… tweets… acronyms… wtf?

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it’s early in the morning and sleep escapes me… for whatever reason you pop in my head… that happens a lot, wondering what you’re up to… we have known each other for 20+ years and I have never properly said thank you for being my best friend… for listening to me ramble during our infrequent conversations… for seeing through all the fronts and attitudes and still being there… for laughing and crying with me… it is such a full warm feeling to see you happy and in amazing health and I send you both energy and love and laughter… thank you for being you and letting me be me even in the tough times… with love and hugs
your wife from another life…

it’s july, year is half over… used to snicker at people that complained that time was going by faster the older they got… i figured they had slowed down so much it just seemed like it… guess what… sigh… they were right… have no explanation or profound thoughts, just total disbelief… how can this happen? if none of my projects are done, dances not choreographed, clothes not sewn, what the hell have i been doing for six months? of course i didn’t think i would be working this hard at this age either. if I wake up at three with any amusing anecdotes or amazing deep thoughts, will certainly clue you in…as it stands right now, synapses are misfiring so brain is froze up and soul is whirling in circles shouting ‘what a ride’ … it’s really all nonsense… i just need to get a life…

ok so this one has been a bit harder to get rid of… and has invaded my right ear and throat… haven’t had an earache since, well let’s just say 25+ years… so now it’s 2am, house is quiet and too hot to sleep so of course mind decides to get into analytical discussions with the universe… first thought is i must be getting some very fine antibodies so the next 35+ year’s should be a piece of cake… then the fact takes hold that i have been sick a lot since moving here. does that mean that the bugs adapt to their environment as well as change battle strategies went confronted with the various antibiotics? if so how good is a flu shot? not that I have them but seriously, how do they know which one to give you? my solutions are; a hell of a lot of water, lemon water every morning before anything, warm sea salt gargle, and earl grey tea with lemon, honey and a hit of good whiskey. 

so I have been asleep all day. very nasty cold so I just do what my body tells me to do; eat, drink a lot of water and sleep. catman decided to emphasize the fact that he hated his breakfast and threw up behind my chair. also probably to remind me not to play the martyr card! am reading “still here” ram dass’s book on embracing aging, changing and dying. saw this man in los angeles, or maybe san diego, at the whole life expo back in the 80’s. life changing experience especially since I was caught up and stuck in the whole metaphysical thing. still use the jai ram meditation chant and every once in awhile I relive the song he had us do. called jubilate, he broke us up in to sections and started each at a different time. huge, soul shattering and I cry every time I relive it. I miss those days and times. we were all friends even when we didn’t know each other. there was respect for who we were, our thoughts and the path we were traveling. we really listened to each other…

giving you the timeline, the creativity started while in bed, catman snurring  under the covers (that’s purring and snoring for those who don’t use my dictionary), and a new hairstyle popped in,  which led to different clothing possibilities, which led to costuming, which led to bellydance costumes and you can take it from there. aren’t you glad you don’t have this brain? unfortunately if it doesn’t happen, it hangs around so needless to say, it’s pretty crowded in there! have an amazing day… namaste

just now, while ironing my shirt (yes, i still do that!) when the mind is in that zen space, i created a dance piece… am still creating it, since it seems to have grabbed  hold of my brain and is shaking it vigorously, to get all the details out. it has special props and looks pretty amazing… and i have never seen it done in the tribal/amcab/fusion bellydance shows or vids. will i ever dance it? probably not, since it is a showpiece and not good for competition and requires lots of solid practice and mind melding… did i tell you it was a duet?  those who sneer at some of the old style stuff wouldn’t understand it anyway, but damn… it is amazing and a great concept piece and i wish i could see it done…