chronicle of a long weekend
dearlings,
i have been remiss in posting - pour souls. whatever did you read? perhaps a good book or enthralling magazine? {i jest. i do hope you know i do not think of my blog as important to anyone but me...and this brings me immense joy - again, i realize how wrought with independence that comment was -sorry for those continual and blasting bursts that continually come out of me. that sounded gross. moving on.}
i did not post because it felt good not to.
and i am in the sad habit of doing what feels good.
i am sure you can relate.
let me recap some of the events of the last five days of candace's cyber silence.
- 2 massages
- 7 movies
- 2 puzzles (well one insane puzzle that my brother insisted i not finish for the sake of all involved, but before he rescued me, brad and i spent over an hour putting the border together, so am still counting it)
- 1 three mile jaunt (one mile jogging, one mile up the ungodly stairs, and one mile with jello-legs trying to get home) from which i am still recovering.
- 3 tasty visits to B&O Espresso.
- 1 game of tennis on the Wii - from which my left arm is still sore.
- 1 voicemail plea to Illinois.
- 6 beers, 4 glasses of wine, 1 highball of whiskey, 1 glass of port, 2 margaritas, 1 shot of tequila, and 2 shots of gin.
- 1 trip to Sheri's at 2am with the sober ones.
- 1 afternoon in tears.
- 2 nights staying up until 3am.
- 2 games of Apples to Apples.
- 1 batch of Aventinus-style beer brewed! (this is joel's accomplishment, not mine...)
- 1 roaring gomes, 1 tender gomes, 1 tireless gomes.
- 1 girl realizing how much she loves [ahem, needs?] her friends and family.
That pretty much sums it up.
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December brings with its naked trees a new hope for me...in the form of two projects in which i pray to become engrossed.
The first project is my December Evening's project! It starts this evening - which for us here in Seattle is at 4:26pm (fie!), but nevertheless, evening. Get your cameras all charged up, find your USB cable, make sure you join my flickr group if you want to participate (or just view and comment) and enjoy freezing a moment of December 2008...which you will never experience again.
The second project is a request from my old friend Leif. The assignment is as follows:
I am putting together a project for my MFA thesis that i hope you'd consider contributing to. I am asking people (you!) to contribute words that correspond to a thing that you hold as "sacred"-- something that you really, really believe in and consider a personal asset to your peace of mind. This can be something as profound as meditation by the pitch black ocean, as commonplace as enjoying a delicious beer, or as trivial as having a clean windshield on your car. But it should be something that gives you deep tranquil or joy.
The only requirements are these:
1) IT should be about something that you consider "sacred,"
2) IT should be void of any specifically religious terms,
3) IT should fit easily on an 8.5x11 sheet of paper.
I am so going to enjoy having a writing assignment and have some ideas working so far. Let's have you act as my think tank today - what initial sacred spaces come to mind for you?
sometimes Mondays aren't so bad,
~lady whit
10 comments:
sacred? Bobbing up and down on my board before the sun has come up over the mountains. When it's so quiet you can hear the seagull wings flapping by. My neoprene cocoon keeping my insides toasty. Not worried at all that a set hasn't appeared in the last ten minutes. The smell of wax, salt and neoprene all mixing in the cold morning air.
love the plume ring. gorgeous.
random note: i saw the book "listography" this past weekend and though of you and your lists, even though we don't know each other... is that weird? maybe a little.
http://www.listography.com/
ooh-sacred is being at the lake (my family's cabin in northern saskatchewan) and drinking a hot cup of tea or hot chocolate with coffee first thing the morning with the lake like glass and the place so quiet you can hear the air flowing between the feathers of a raven's wings flying overhead. THE best place on earth. it's quiet, it smells BEAUTIFUL (moss, pine trees, clean fresh water) and it's the best place to spend quality time with family and friends. food tastes better there, books read better there, and sleep comes easier (and longer) there. the other night when steve and i got home from a university jazz concert our power was out. we lit a bunch of candles and played 3 games of crib and it felt like we were at the lake - the cabin has no power (well now we have solar but for the first 12 years we only had propane and usually played cards at night by candlelight) and our closest neighbour there is 1 mile away. so we hear no one, and no one hears us. oh man do i miss that place...come on winter, get yourself over with so i can jump in my canoe!!
i'm not religious by any means, but i feel closest to nature/god/whatever when i'm at the lake. that's why it's sacred.
stuffed green olives! puzzles! cooking! eating! Can I follow you around and do what you do for a day, please?
That branch reaching... streeetching towards the stars... amazing. I can identify.
Sacred: Being utterly alone in the darkness that only the deepest forest can provide, hearing the rhythm of my own breath... an eternity between each gentle wave... and slowly lifting my face to the pale light of the celestial symphony above. it sings. it says something so important that words cannot express. it means something... everything... A gasp. my soul reaches upward like a spectral arbor... nearly escaping the confines of this orb - until it is drawn back in, and the rhythm of the waves resumes it's lazy task of wearing away the shore.
"blasting bursts" - SNORT!
Ah, that made me forget my train of thoughts on this.
grr. I'll have to get back to you. And Leif.
am I tender or tireless?
sacred: i have many of course, none of which are terribly extravagant, but all of which add up to sacred.
1 - the inhale my mother uses to take my troubles from me while i'm nestled in her embrace, and the exhale we share when i feel them fall.
2 - the fleshy rise and fall of my love's nude shoulder as he sleeps and his skin becomes the world.
3 - the smell of wild jasmine on hot, sticky night air.
4 - my four aunts clamoring in the kitchen preparing a holiday meal, finishing another bottle of chardonnay, complaining about their husbands/children/jobs/mother, reminiscing, generating an energy that could dominate an entire nation.
5 - weeping in the shower
6 - a swallow of perfect wine shared between friends
jmg-
this past week?
you were tireless.
love that look on your face at the puzzle table. can't really exactly explain why, but i don't think i have to.
too flustered by flying paper & the jangling of the phone to answer the sacred question. will get back to you...
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