Monday, October 28, 2013

Keeping the Center Solid

This week there is another class in the porch. This time an exercise class. The porch worked well last week, if way too hot. But I can work with too hot. Email if interested.

Also in consideration, write-ins for the month of November, the month of NaNo. At least 3 of my folks are considering/committing to NaNo and it would be fun to support their venture. If you are interested, I could create some writing time here. Same-same, email if interested.

I, myself, have short stories banging on my head trying to get in. My NaNo challenge may be a new short story each week, completing four by the end of NaNo. I have images for three right now. But have yet to figure out the POV. It scares me to consider. But then everything scares me of late. I am never sure and always willing to change my mind, but sometimes I can see things, sometimes they are right in front of my eyes, making me blind to everyother thing in the universe and if they have the effect of loving my family more, if they have the effect of breaking a moment open and showing what it is full of, whether it is pain or joy, allowing me to be there with it and act as some kind of conduit for it. So be it.

Yes. I am crazy.

Please read this list from Brainpickings. I think it is so dead on (also accounts for my title).

Sunday, October 20, 2013

A Little Prayer for the Week

I am here to do the Sunday routine of rounding up all the disparate journal entries of the week and gathering them into one form. Making a cursory note of where I have been over this week, where I will go over next. (Click through here to read more about it.) I did a cursory neaten this am. The porch has become a kind of playground for Nat and I find the remnants of offices and stores and orphanages tucked into the corners. There is plenty of our adult toys tucked in the corners that I feel the need to round up all of her kid ones and return them to her room. And then it is so ahhh in here that I can work. So now I type and I get to the moment that I am typing and I finally get to the word cake/slave. If I am a slave, let me be a slave to this moment. The one where my ankle aches and I have a kink beneath one shoulder blade, different side, shoulder right, ankle left. I am a slave to this body with its human limitations, aches and pains, fears and obsessions, are they mind or body are they a combination of both? I am no slave to my fears and obsessions. I will mark them and let them spin out before me, worst case scenarios, feeling every twist and turn in their twirling possibilities. And then my best case scenarios, equally as hard to muster the strength for, to see them with my weak and near sighted eyes. Why are they so hard to pull up, fantastic situations where my shoulders are relaxed down my back and the line of light rises from the ground up? Think and see and speak in stories. Think and see and FEEL and speak in stories. Think and see and feel and speak and WRITE in stories.
Come. Write with me on this porch this week! Write-in, Wednesday 7 - 9 pm. Email tina dot laurel at gmail dot com if you want to come!

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Decor Issues

I want to put the shag beneath the couch and the coffee table in front of the fireplace. I want to make the downstairs cosy, comfy, millennium central. Josh worries it will be odd, but what are we if not odd? I crave a change in the spaces, meshing livability with lovability, playing with textures and time periods to make all this beloved formality more approachable. I feel this move has torn the blindfold off and now we can't help but see what we survive on. We can't help but see our bones beneath the flesh, the things that hold us up, because so often moving has had us flopping about on the floor, boneless and ugly. We had a gratitude fest out on the curb. Thankful for garbage men and water bottles and each other. Nat was smiling and asking, Why do you keep bringing that up? Josh said, there is plenty to be stressed about, it's good to take note of what is going well. I'm grateful that my parents have all these rugs to share with us. Including a shag.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Life as we know it.

Cast party at the mansion last night. Crazy to have 30 some teens at your house? They are sweet teens. It was the end of the Freshman/Sophomore Musical. But too loud at 2 in the morning. Brave, parents said as they dropped the teens off. If not brave, at least naive. 20 people bigger than I thought the cast was. But we bought the house for this, if not this, something like it. They are eating pancakes on the dining room floor as I write this. And making noise.

We have the space, we might as well use it.

Josh's birthday is today, even though making pancakes for 20 teens is not the special thing that most people wish for on their day, there is something of a gift in it for him. To see the house working as he intended.

What should I tell you that you don't know? -The stump was removed. -It is complicated to mingle three households to one. -Things happen faster when you have this many people living together.

Think about how those people that live with us might feel - that life is going so fast, or perhaps it's hard to have roommates that are such permissive parents.