Kuriosities

there are some that are born to this
and she is one, the cool
green lump of the earth pressing into her spine
she spins the clouds, commands this
waving sea of grass. There is dirt
beeath her fingernails, her fingers reach
deep where the naked roots lay sleeping
she too sleeps, the sun on her skin
as she sinks.

there are other oceans now, these deep green
seas of her dreams, she swims each one
dives to the bottom searching for
the one stone that holds her heart, the one
that dropped, slid through her fingers as they
opened in surprise, quivered in that moment’s
one gift. It wasn’t until later, that she noticed
the longing set in to stay, each watery breath
pulled by the tide

Guitar lessons tonight. I am building callouses on my fingertips, and yet they are still so sore from practicing. My first song…Good to Me, by Brendan Benson. So much more inspiration to practice when the sounds that I am pulling from the strings are familiar and well loved. But my fingers are still a little (a lot) stupid as they move across the frets, some changes easier than others – my sense of rhythm and strumming frustratingly more intuitive and developed than my chord hand – which makes sense it being the left and all – but still – I don’t want to stop or slow down for it to catch up. It annoys the hell out of me. But practice, practice, E D E D E D E D until my hand develops some sense. At least better than last week.

My focus is returning after my whirlwind trip to Toronto…I still have to write about that! Not sure what I am waiting for but I will post something soon. I guess I am still processing it, letting it all sink in – it is still somewhat surreal to me. One of those wonderful things that I dream about and am shocked when they actually happen – and then they are even better than imagined.

I am still dreaming of far away places. Airplanes, and strange descents over motorways. Buildings with stone steps. Shadowy people I know, but do not know when I wake up, they fade beyond reach. And that feeling of reaching towards something. And green, green, green. It doesn’t make sense, I know – but I can’t shake that feeling that somehow it does. That one morning I will wake up, and the day will present itself with the answer to what it was all about. Hopefully soon – I need more sleep.