First, a Poem I spontaneously wrote this morning...
Misty Morning
Looking out the window on a misty morning.
Everything is very still and quiet.
Nothing moving except for a few leaves on the nearest tree.
A blanket of undefined clouds weaving in and out of the coco trees.
I can´t help but want to just sit and watch all morning: The nothingness.
That makes me think of everything.
Until the rising sun burns it away.
The fog creates a calm feeling in me.
A sort of peaceful serenity.
Like the warmth of your bathroom, the moment you step out of a hot shower.
Barely able to make out your contour in the misty mirror.
The feeling is that that I get from leaning over a steaming up of coffee,
The moment when my body has just gotten up
but my mind is not yet awake.
The warmth of the rising heat enveloping my face.
The cloudy treetops, the dream-like opaqueness of the scene captured by my tiny window lense:
It reminds me of the split second of sky diving when I passed through the clouds.
A feeling of gentle coolness that relaxed my whole body.
For one moment, the adrenaline subsided and I was floating in the exhalations of my breath on a cold day.
If I close my eyes I can be in that moment. All those moments.
If I open them to the scene before me, I wear the same complacent smile.
And if I look, I can find those moments everywhere.
Next, a proposition...
Walk Slowly
The next time you have an opportunity to do so, walk slowly. I mean, mentally concentrate on it. Walk at least half the pace you usually do. Instead of thinking about your destination, pay attention to your surroundings. Listen to the sounds of your surroundings. Hear the interaction of your feet with the ground. Notice the buildings or trees you are passing by. Smile at people. See children laughing or couples hugging. Smell the different aromas of the area. The food or the flowers. Enjoy these moments. It will slow things down. It gives you an appreciation for the world. For me, it is extremely calming. Try it!
Back to My Regular Thoughts...
(Not related to anything above, nor to one another.)
Thought 1. I was watching Friends on my iPod the other night (after reading)...the episode where Joey is reading The Shining and he puts it in the freezer when he gets scared. Also, Little Women when he gets sad. And I thought of my trip to Vietnam with my sister. Danielle, remember when you were reading American Psycho (and me The Art of Happiness... say something about us? lol...) and you got so disturbed, that you threw it out? Not just left it behind the many places we had hip-hop-ed to and from. Or gave it to someone else. You had to throw it out. And then I thought of the Friends episode (and you) again when I got sad putting my Kindle in my drawer in the morning. I have an obsession that has led to starting at least 5 books at once. Have any ¨must read suggestions¨?
Thought 2. My older counterpart started laughing as she walked with my the other day. ¨I forgot to put on a bra!¨ She proclaimed. Umm, since when does that matter here? I thought to myself.
Thought 3. I took out a deck of cards to play with some little kids. My instincts immediately went to Egyption Rats Screw. I´m sure Kim, Jackie, Lisa, Cate´s do too! I think its fortunate that I would never be able to describe how to play to a group of little spanish-speaking kids. The community may never feel the same about me!
Thought 4. I texted my friend Jordan the other morning ¨How long is it unacceptable to stay in my hammock for?¨ I thought back to college. Freshmen year. Kristen, remember when we would stay in our beds, all day, side by side watching Americas Next Top Model ReRuns? The only time we left was to make repeated trips to the dining hall. Where I would eat chicken nuggets, sandwiches (patiently waiting for that very very slow lady to mayonaise), rice and more, while you had your vege platter. Only to return back to our cocoons in our below freezing dorm room?
WISH LIST
Supplies for an Arts & Crafts class
Dog bones
Yoga books, CDs, DVDs, music and other exercise materials
Yoga pants & tank tops
I'm embarassed that i bought that book to begin with... I swear whoever wrote that should be arrested.... because first of all.. you have to be sick to even wanttt to write something like that... and then to actually be able to live with yourself after having written it is practically a sin... not to mention that whoever that sick author is has now spread those thoughts around the globe so that we can give some other sick person on the other end of the earth some new ideas just in case he needs to figure out the sickest way to kill someone... so yes... i threw it out... I did it for society :)
ReplyDeleteStop mentioning vietnam!! it makes me sad! ... an all i keep thinking about is driving straight into that truck and laughing hysterically... or thinking that we were going to get shot by that 4 year old boy at the top of that hill.... or when i tried to do a handstand on the beach and my arm gave out and I almost broke my neck and face on the sand... that would have been a good ending to an already partially ruined trip lol... i still owe you a trip to cambodia... don't worry...i promise there will be more... lots :)
Lol you loved that sandwhich lady, I spent many nights plotting her demise. I had a range of ideas, all involving great one liners at the end... like "Spread some mayonnaise on THAT..." or "looks like some one's turkey just got gobbled"... ah golden times.
ReplyDeleteI am wondering if I could be one of the people that you contribute your extreme level of patience to. I mean, I forced you to sit in the dining hall for 2.5 hours at any given meal, you know, for the experience of it all. I needed time to let my brocolli settle in so that I could fully torture you in the dorm room... yikes!
And I still wonder how for at least 2 weeks straight we were able to accomplish absolutely nothing but eating and laying. We tortured ourselves to America's Next Top Model considering how much we both hate Tyra. I would watch Tyra back to back just for ONE more day of eating and laying.... that laziness remains unparalleled.
I miss you ! I am working on an email coming your way extremely soon =) I am going to send it to your UFL address because I am on a facebook hiatus so keep your eyes posted.
Also... the throwing away of American Psycho reminds me of the time my dad set fire to his weegie board because of the exorcist. And when I hung my baby doll a (maybe that last parts a little bit weird and unrelated) oh well.