Pole dancing

Gah. I’m at such a loss now, what with all my favorite shows ending and no new recaps and forums to follow. Oh well, all that means is it’s a new season, and we all know that new seasons eventually turn into old seasons as newer seasons emerge: the cycle of life and all that it entails. I can live with the shift and spend the summer reading and catching up on odd series that have been loved and cancelled for ages now but live on in internet world. I’m not super in the mood to watch TV, anyway… which must totally have to do with the idea that warmer weather is coming, because it certainly isn’t here, and the only better TV-watching weather than all this cold and rain would be cold and snow. Reedickless. Regarding fiction of another kind, I haven’t been able to find a novel worth reading for the life of me. That’s not to say they’re not out there; it’s just to say I’m not in the mood for any of them, though I want to be. Instead, no, right now I am Very Serious and in Need of Help Books. Which is fine, and even fantastic, yea verily yea that they’re available, but also slightly disconcerting to me because I could use a little time splashing around in the shallows. Obviously though, my mind says a big fat No. Thanks, mind.

Especially because I picked up a huckin fat meaty-and-delicious book the other day called The Worst Journey in the World, all about Sir Robert Falcon Scott’s ill-fated expedition to the south pole, and I would really love to delve into it. I am absolutely buggy about Antarctica, God only knows why and I mean that: I detest being cold like you wouldn’t believe. But there’s something weird going on in my psyche because I can’t get enough information about exploration of that icy landscape. Also, I read a book the other day on happiness that featured a chapter on Iceland, which is in utter darkness for several months of every year, and I fell in love so thoroughly that I would have packed my toothbrush and flown on over that minute, if I would’ve been sure the pilot could find it under all that ash, and also if I had had more than a quarter in my pocket. My excitement was so infectious, however, that Jesse caught some of it and found a job for himself in Rekjavik on the internet, but too many quarters were required to actually get there, so that plan was kiboshed. For now. (If I can’t live for myself, I will live vicariously through my son, given enough quarters.)

So, I wrote a whole bunch of woo-woo stuff when it suddenly occurred to me that I should put it on a separate page altogether, so I can add to it throughout the days and weeks and maybe even years, keeping it separate from the rest of the blog, because some people don’t really like reading it and it most definitely does not fit under the heading “Hair and Movies.” It will be posted in the sidebar above my “About Me” and I’ll get to that as soon as I can, meaning, after I grab some breakfast because I’m starved. Peace to you all today. kiss!

ETA: You’ll find it here.

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6 responses to “Pole dancing

  1. twila

    Do you have a plan for the retreat? Or are you winging it? I’ve done short retreats for myself, but have never been successful yet at “home” retreats. I get too distracted. The short retreats I’ve done in the past were at motels…can’t afford that now. Did you read about Jan’s retreat? (awake is good) Made me soooo jealous! Her very own bodhi tree! Imagine!

    • Well, this retreat will definitely fall under the category of “mini” because it will be at home amidst all my ordinary distractions. BUT, the difference is that I’ll be able to fall on the floor and cry, or sing aloud, or wander around talking to myself, or dance – all whenever the spirit moves me instead of waiting for the odd moment when I’m alone. I’m so excited to have almost three weeks of this kind of freedom!

      I used to go on retreats to a spiritual center in Mt. Angel, years and years ago, and really loved it. But like you said, there’s no more money for that, so we have to be creative bugs, don’t we? Maybe we should paint a bodhi tree on one of our walls, so we can sit under it? Hm, that is NOT a bad idea…. xo

  2. lorraine

    Hey, Spencer was in Rekjavik for a few nights right before the ole’ volcano blew. Based on his photos I don’t think I’d enjoy it there much. Stark landscape which was beautiful in a way but not really. The place also seemed devoid of people. He never even saw anyone at the hostel. Sort of eerie. That said, it could be fabulous. Who knows. After this morning’s walk through a gorgeous part of Portland I think I’ll stay here. I truly love it but perhaps that’s because I haven’t seen what’s really out there. Nevertheless, I’m content here MOST of the time. The older I get the more the rain can get to me, much as I hate to admit it.
    Btw, you’ve been writing a ton lately. I haven’t checked for a few days and zowie, I had tons to read. Nice.

    • Baine, it’s so great that Spencer was there! And before the volcano blew, too. It is one of the natural stopping places for international flights, so nearly anyone traveling to Europe (or America, if you’re coming the other way) could have a chance to taste it. Someday I would love to visit. But as you say, it isn’t for everyone; I was just so intrigued by what the author said about it, and how he described his time there, that it piqued my interest.

      One of their national jokes is that they plan to eventually erect a statue in the town square commemorating the one person in Iceland who hasn’t written a poem, but he or she hasn’t been born yet. It produces the most musicians and writers per capita than any other nation, which I put down to the fact that there isn’t much to do in the dark except delve into your own creativity. And drink. They’re heavy weekend drinkers, though they barely drink during the week. The biggest thing I loved, however, is that they embrace failure. Not just endure it, but actually consider it a valued part of their growth as people. To them there’s no shame in it at all. Astounding. Anyway, I’m waxing on about it and think I’m just going to have to get there someday, somehow. :)

      That said, I love the Pacific Northwest too, and definitely consider it Home. Even despite the rain, which actually seems to be bothering me less as I get older! Go figure.

      I love the new bloggy format, so I feel happy coming over here to write. I’m glad you’re here, reading me. And I get to see you tomorrow for reals! Whoo-whee! xo

  3. Jenn

    So, if you want a nice, light and short book to read, try “the Guernesey Literary and Potato Peel Society”. It is SOOO much fun to read. And I was able to get into it when I couldn’t focus on a single other novel. Also, I’ve heard that people who spend time in Iceland totally fall in love. But then again, I’ve never been there, so I don’t speak from experience. It would at least be cool to visit.

    • Oh, I’m SO glad you gave me a light book recommendation, Jenns! I’m going to see if the liberry has it. And I’m happy, and surprised, that you’ve heard that other people are falling in love with Iceland as well! Have you ever heard the band Sigur Ros? I’m not sure if the spelling is right, but wow, their music is amazing. I’m going to link you to some. xo

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