Glitter in the Air (Pink)

Too funny!  I was going through my blog drafts and ran across this one dated January 31, 2023... all ready to go except for the book.  Hated to let it go to waste so, I just found a book and am posting now, revisiting a slice of my life from 8 months ago.  A virtual time capsule!  So many things have changed since then.  That's Life, right?... 🤷

"Have you ever wished for an endless night?

Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight

Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?"

Can't even remember what show or movie I was watching a few weeks ago when this song popped up... so I filed it away for later.  Later is now... 😍

Despite my pain issues (dissipating but still here), I am feeling very lucky these days with my overly-full yet beyond-joy-filled life:

~ The True North Project Pam invited me to be on the board of is really taking off; we are now officially a non-profit, we have a fiscal sponsor and a bank account.  Waiting on website construction as well as a logo for branding, and then we should be able to go live with what's on the books and what's in the works.  Did I tell you I'm flying up to Maryland the last weekend of March for our inaugural concert?  Pam has also asked me to collaborate with her on booking, and one of my goals is to invite/confirm Dar for the fall/winter season.  I will make this happen!

~ ~ This week is the SFFF (actually now called the South Florida Folk and Acoustic Music Festival).  I've been very busy with the festival prep, not as a board or staff member but, as Dar would call it, a Conscious Bridger in many behind-the-scenes ways.  It feels good to help.

~ Went to Bryan's (the horticulturist/plant provider for the festival stages, one of the connections I made) today to trade a book (Late Migrations, my discovery toward the end of 2022) for a plant (he's been telling me about Lady of the Night, which blooms every full moon; next one is February 5!).  He played me a John Prine song on guitar (I of course cried), toured me around his nursery, and gave me a witch ball, which I hung on my balcony when I got home.

~ Our A/C went down last night but, after a phone call this a.m., they showed up at 2 p.m. to fix it (just needed unclogging, which happens once or twice a year in South Florida).

~ Had a great two-hour phone chat with Michele when I got home from Bryan's (also the library to pick up Bitch); we haven't talked (texted and e-mailed, yes) since the week after Christmas, and we were long overdue.

~ Sarah called to check in (busy weekend for her), Eric has had quite a few Zoom job interviews in anticipation of his move to Atlanta, and Rob's talking about posting on his blog again.

~ Robert and I feel more in balance and at peace lately; even when things are rocky between us, he almost always gives me a back massage when I come to bed, and he's been even more attentive these last few days with my pulled/strained muscle(s).  Touch is definitely one of my Love Languages, both giving as well as receiving.

~ I abandoned a book after Fadiman, and last night I started Lessons in Chemistry, which I love so far.  Please let it continue!

SONG:  Glitter in the Air by Pink

BOOK:  JOMO: Celebrate the Joy of Missing Out! by Jessica Misener

POEM(S):  BYOF by Maya Stein

It’s a new day. Bring your own fork. Bring your own footwear. Bring your own

fragrance, your own faith, your flamboyance, your fetishes, your fashionable lateness.

Become your own fantasy. Be your one friend. Believe yesterday was only a fragment.

Make a betrothal of yeses on fortune. Brush last year’s offenses free. Banish

your outdated fury. Breathe. Yearn. Opine. Flex. Or bleat. Or yodel. Or remember

how to be frivolous. Break yourself out of what no longer fits. Bloom. Occupy your body

as it were flowering perennially. Write your blessings down, or yell them, opulently,

into the span of a quiet forest. Brave the yeti of an old fear. Bulldoze the yoke

of what’s keeping you fixed. Burn the yardstick, the odometer, the flagrant shames.

Build your radiance from the flames.

i am running into a new year by Lucille Clifton

i am running into a new year

and the old years blow back

like a wind

that i catch in my hair

like strong fingers like

all my old promises and

it will be hard to let go

of what i said to myself

about myself

when i was sixteen and

twenty-six and thirty-six

even thirty-six but

i am running into a new year

and i beg what i love and

i leave to forgive me

Storage by Mary Oliver

When I moved from

one house to another,

there were many things

I had no room for.

What does one do?

I rented a storage space

and filled it.

Years passed.

Occasionally,

I went there

and looked in,

but nothing happened,

not a single twinge

of the heart.

As I grew older

the things I cared about

grew fewer but were

more important,

so one day I undid the lock

and called the trash man.

He took everything.

I felt like the little donkey

when his burden is finally

lifted.

Things! Burn them, burn them!

Make a beautiful fire!

More room in your heart

for Love, for the trees.

For the birds who own

nothing;

✨

the reason they

can fly."

QUOTE:  “And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been...” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke 

Bring Love

wherever you go.

Shine Light

wherever it's dark.

Leave Blessings 

wherever you've been.

Be Kind

wherever you are.

~ Mary Davis