Stars may collide

As with so many people I’m sure, this winter has become about survival and very little else.  Eamon sent me a text as I was on my way back to work for a split, and in it he said,” I can just see you trudging to the car, weighed down with bags and resignation.”  I wrote him back and told him that was an exceptional description, he responded with,
“you said it about a month ago.”

Ten thousand people stand alone

A friend has been asking me to go with her to her yoga class for quite a while, and finally I relented after weeks of excuses and actual scheduling conflicts.
Once I got there, I realized exactly why I had been reluctant to attend.  I don't like group activities.  Or, I don't like group activities where the group is doing something specific, I don't mind being with groups otherwise.   When I said that aloud, which I did because the instructor asked me why I hadn't been coming all along, she and the others in the class laughed as if I was joking.  Yoga humor.

The fire I breathe

In the duringmath of probably one of the worst winters ever, and yes I just made up a word for what happens before the aftermath. 
Anyway,  I’ve been dormant.  And it’s beginning to weigh on me.
Literally.
Activity, and I mean constant movement, has become the norm for me.  I walk, take the stairs,  and sit on the corner of any chair, at the ready to move.  But, all, or most of this has become limited because of the sheer volume of snow. 
Moving helps me stay sane, keeps things in balance, and provides me with a way to transition.  Without all of that,  I’m stuck, talking about the weather.
One thing that I have gotten to do though is watch a bunch of movies. The last one was CBGB.  It was silly, simplistic and I loved it.  Remembering the beginning my musical history paradigm, when it was all new, and I was totally moment by moment present, is both  joyful and profound. 

When you really are a gem

When Eamon and Gus read my blog, they tell me of the grammatical mistakes, and there are always plenty. 
At first, that used to bother me, but now I know it’s just part of the process they experience when they are reading anything.  It’s not personal.
I like to think I pay attention to detail and examine the document well enough, and then of course there is spell check, but between us, we miss a lot.
Does it detract from the point?  I hope not, though I do know it can be glaring , and that lowers my sense of ease in communicating a point.
Even after eight years, I’m still falling short.