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Oct
05

Burning uroboros Burning Man 2012

Rites of Passage

Last year the playa screamed, hungry for breath and skin, whipping flesh, smothering words, transforming all it touched unto wraiths dragging us to the default world.

Last year, the temple screamed, a lament of flame and sorrow, roaring over the assembled accolytes with embers and demands.

 

This year, the playa breathes, the soft contented breath of lovers in early morning, the sigh of a tired mother with empty breasts.

This year, the temple breathes, a consumption of sins, cleansed by flames and released in a grace of fiery wings.

The playa breathes, the temple sings and we go out into the default world, trailing wings and color and glory until the dust settles once again.

Mar
22

Sometimes my brain gets hold of a knot and jiggles and plays with it until it unwinds into revelation. Sometimes I just end up with more knots. Sometimes my brain just gets bored and I fall asleep. These are some things that are knotting up my brain right now.

  1. The fact that my ankle still hurts makes me feel like a big baby.
  2. The fact that I keep having surgeries every year is starting to really piss me off.
  3. If I just stopped seeing doctors would I be a tough chick or an embarrassing cautionary tale?
  4. I know people who disagree with me on healthcare reform, global climate change and/or gay marriage think I’m stupid or mean (or evil). This would upset me if I didn’t have the same kneejerk reaction to them (except the evil part).
  5. I need to learn to be less judgmental.
  6. At what point is it OK to just say, “She started it!” and stop trying so damn hard to be civil?
  7. I don’t like the feel of paper, and the smell of old books doesn’t charm me as I think it should. This feels like a personal failing of huge proportions.
  8. When does tenacity turn pathetic?
  9. I love to write, so why don’t I do it more often?
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Nov
19

Balance is not my strong suit. I’m often running late because I’m trying to finish eight things at once. I live by multiple to-do lists (that I often ignore). And I tip over a lot. Balance and I are barely on speaking terms, though we do make a show of having a relationship for birthdays and holidays.

It’s only been over the last year or so that I’ve decided balance is not all it’s cracked up to be. No matter how hard I try (and I do) I’m just not able to bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan … besides my husband isn’t the type to just have a mental break and forget he’s a man. Don’t get me wrong, I am seriously impressed with people who can achieve balance. You know, those women (yeah, I know there’s men doing it too, but I’m not really striving to be like them, OK?) who manage to be at all the school functions, make brownies, send out handmade Christmas cards, look like models and run their own businesses. I’m not one of them. I’m more the type they make fun of because I forget to take my slippers off before driving my son the four blocks to school. I’m the one who brings Ho-Ho’s to the potluck and uses preprinted labels on my store-bought Christmas cards – when I remember to send them before St. Patrick’s Day.

My goal is no longer balance (where’s my 12-step program?). Instead of trying to give the four major areas of my life (fiction writer, owner of a writing services biz, mother, wife) each 25% of my passion all the time, I’m working at giving each 100%, but in small doses. I want to be 100% lost in a story when I’m writing a novel. I want to be 100% accessible and committed to a client when I’m writing his nonfic book. I want to be 100% present when I’m playing with my son. And I want my husband to know 100% of how I feel about him, with or without bacon.

None of that even includes my other roles: friend, aunt, daughter, citizen, rabble-rouser, teacher, student, sister, mentor, mentee, cheerleader, environmentalist, virtual-whatever, awkward maker of small talk, let alone just the me who lives only in my head. I’m not doing the math to see how fragmented that level of balance would be. Math is even harder than the elusive balance. Instead I’m going to keep working on my little moments of 100%s. And I am going to feel good about every 100%, rather than averaging in my failures. Some equations cannot be balanced. Or maybe it’s just that the math is beyond me. Regardless, I’m making it easy and just concentrating on moments. Because if I totally screw it up, there’ll be another one right behind it, and maybe I’ll get that one right.

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