Monday, February 2, 2015

There Was A Bear In My Yoga Class


There was a bear in my yoga class.
I wasn't prepared.
Don't run
He will come after you.
Stare, make noise, seem threatening.
But I was in yoga class and he was breathing so loudly.
I couldn't concentrate, focus, let go, or even 
breathe.
What could I do?
I was in yoga class.

There was only one answer
Breathe with the bear.
But he was so loud
And I was so soft.
So I became the baby bear
And made him into the daddy bear.
(The mother bear was not there, as usual.)
He was teaching me how to breathe.
A good thing to do
In yoga class.

Soon 
I was in synch with the bear
Loud and long and deep.
I was learning how to breathe.
I thanked him
And we took a deep breath
Together.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Shopping Carts and Bees

A Keeper of Bees by Allsion Wallace

Shoppers push hundreds of shopping carts out to their cars from supermarkets everyday.  George Hewitt is one of the dedicated workers who collects them from wherever people have dumped them all over the parking lot.  He has been doing it for 21 years and is retiring next Saturday.  He told me that when they take your health insurance away, its time to leave.  He was able to sign up for Medicare just in the nick of time.  He didn't find out that they had taken his insurance away until he was at his doctor's office.  Shoprite is the culprit. 

Recently, I have been reading a book about bees that discusses the necessary repetition of most work that we all do.  "Such appears to be the futile nature of most work... There is no such thing as work done that stays done..."  A Keeper of Bees by Allsion Wallace  

So I asked George how he feels about doing the same thing over and over again and he said that he doesn't mind it, that it has to be done.  But he just doesn't like it when he has to do other people's work.  He says the guys who work after him don't usually pull (or push) their own weight.  I assured him that I always put my shopping carts away and then I realized that often I don't.  I am not at all tolerant of repetitive work.  Maybe it would be a good idea for me to apply for George's job and get some "busy bee" practice - I think I need it.

Monday, November 10, 2014

We won!!


"Miss Metal" won first prize in the Individual/Family category at the Emlyn Physick Estate scarecrow contest in Cape May, NJ.  Jeffrey and I made her together.  We also put a scavenger hunt sign next to her with the following text.


CAN YOU FIND IT?
    Ok, we'll start with a TEAPOT. I know, that was way too easy! How about some KNITTING NEEDLES? There are 5 of them. What about a CANDLE HOLDER? (Hint: its upside-down.) Two SCOURING PADS? The kind that you use for really dirty pots! A HEART? (aaaw...) A CIRCUIT PANEL? (In other words, that electronic looking thing.) A SOUP CAN? (What kind do you think she likes?) A LOCK and a few KEYS? Here's another easy one. A STARFISH. Oh my gosh, what's that THING hanging in the middle of her body? Ok, here's a really hard one. BEDSPRINGS! And how many SPOONS is she wearing? Its a good thing she always has her SEATBELT on to keep her safe. How about a little BIRD and a little FISH? She's even ready for Christmas with a JINGLE BELL and she has her hair done up in PINCURLS. (Ask your Grandma what those are.) I'm sure that you can find a lot more things that are not even on this list, but we'll end this game with the biggest ZIPPER PULL that you have ever seen! So what do you have around your house that you can make into ART?
      
     She is now living next to our front door to welcome you the next time you visit us! 








Monday, September 29, 2014

The doctor is in.





When the doctor entered the examining room he looked like he was wearing a children's costume. He had one of those large round reflector things on a strap around his forehead. I'm surprised that he didn't have a little triangular hammer to test my reflexes and a box of pink band-aids. He was completely full of himself - as all doctors are - more concerned with making an impression on me than doing anything to really help.


Anyway, fast forward to the end of the exam.


The doctor took out a small hand held recording device and started to speak into it holding it closely to his mouth and waving it back and forth while he reported his notes. It was an incredibly absurd and obnoxious performance. He threw as many obscure medical terms around as he could, never looked at me even though I was sitting right in front of him, and talked faster than anyone I had ever heard.


I laughed out loud in the middle of it. I had started to imagine a dance. His recording would be the soundtrack and a dancer would move frantically and desperately around the stage, getting nowhere, and falling a lot.


When he was finished with his report, I asked him if I could have a copy of the recording for some choreography that I wanted to do. He didn't really answer me but looked quite perplexed. He had no idea what I was talking about. I laughed again, stood up, and offered to perform a piece of it right then and there, but I changed my mind when I saw the look of fear on his face and sat down again. Relieved, he handed me a useless prescription and left the room. I smiled to myself, and for once I was able to leave a doctor's examining room without feeling physically humiliated and psychologically eviscerated.  




Monday, September 8, 2014

I thought this poem today, and now I am writing it down...


 
I hear the wind
and imagine the trees 
are breathing.
The cicadas drone
like the music of India.
I sit with my dog
and our hearts beat
in synchronicity.
I think this may be
the poetry
of meditation.


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Putting An Outfit Together

I like the way things go together when they don't go together but you put them together anyway.  Striped bike shorts, a white lace skirt, red polka dot belt, multicolored sports bra, a lacy translucent top, and sports adventure sandals to finish it all off.  I think of dressing in the morning as my first creative act everyday.  Its a good way to exercise my imagination and express myself.  And when I am out and about throughout the day, strangers often talk to me.  It is like an invitation to a 10 second party.  We exchange smiles, feel a momentary connection, and then go our separate ways.