Peer pressure, the good kind, is oh so good for you. Pick your peers and pears carefully. The good kind will be full of stimulation juice.
The good kind will show you that the person in the mirror is entirely up to what you make of her. And then you take a succulent bite and find yourself running down that yellow brick road seeking whatever magic man or treasure lies past the horizon and just around the corner.
I listened to a rabbi last night who didn't have much to say. He was blowing air out of his lungs and lips beautifully like an air-breathing fish. Metamorphosed into a creature that produces oxygen-filled, meaningless words.
Breathe it in and breathe it out, good mojo in bad mojo out.
Eat good food, drink good beer, enjoy Sukkot or whatever holiday haven you happen to find in your life.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Wow, world, wow.
Say I to you world. um. I have had an amazing first two weeks back in Chicago. My mother knocks on wood in my head, superstitiously as I say this and so do I. Why be so superstitious about the good things btw? Is it post-Soviet Jewish fear that everything nice will be taken away from you by Big Brother or some kind of looming omniscient totalitarian force? When a people have been terrorized the scars show even in the minds of their children. Fear is a contagious thing we can learn and learn to live with and breathe with...inhalation and exhalation laced with it. If there is no trace, you must be doing something wrong, indulging too much, they're about to take it away from you...knock on wood!
Ha. Happiness like a tap, tap, tap. I just discovered it inside of me, this ability to be happy. Is that weird? Yes. Better late than never? Absolutely.
Not that I've never been happy...of course I have, oh so many glorious times that I have poeticized about. But that was just the problem, there was languish and pain and emptiness between those spaces of goodness and it was as if I did not know how to sustain it. I do now, somehow.
Maybe all the pushing and pulling of myself like taffy across the crevices of the universe have finally paid off. I like to think so. I like to think that my open mouth finally found itself.
:) The lips closed and smiling, like the dog who finally stopped chasing her own tail.
Ha. Happiness like a tap, tap, tap. I just discovered it inside of me, this ability to be happy. Is that weird? Yes. Better late than never? Absolutely.
Not that I've never been happy...of course I have, oh so many glorious times that I have poeticized about. But that was just the problem, there was languish and pain and emptiness between those spaces of goodness and it was as if I did not know how to sustain it. I do now, somehow.
Maybe all the pushing and pulling of myself like taffy across the crevices of the universe have finally paid off. I like to think so. I like to think that my open mouth finally found itself.
:) The lips closed and smiling, like the dog who finally stopped chasing her own tail.
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