Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Shamanista!
What fun to dress up for Halloween. I haven't done it in years. I'm working on a series of art sticks with feathers, bones and doll faces. This one symbolises the past, present and future, or the maiden, mother, crone with three faces. And it spawned a great Halloween costume as well. Now I'm wondering if I shouldn't turn the series into a performance piece as well.
All the time in the world
How quickly I forget. It's only been a week since I decided to blog about my walking thoughts and experiences -- and then proceeded to have completely uneventful walks. But today, Halloween, although still uneventful, was just beautiful. A crystal clear blue sky, and nice cool temperatures. Warm for the season, but starting to cool down.
This is what I was thinking about while walking, and even while scurring about the apartment this morning: what if you had all the time in the world?
This is my new mantra. It slows me down almost instantly. Though I have to admit, a few moments later I have to ask the question again.
This is what I was thinking about while walking, and even while scurring about the apartment this morning: what if you had all the time in the world?
This is my new mantra. It slows me down almost instantly. Though I have to admit, a few moments later I have to ask the question again.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
walking
Inspired by a book I recently read, A Year by the Sea, I am going to begin writing about my walks. I hope to have a year's worth of noteworthy reflections next October. What I'll do with them is anyone's guess. For now I'm just wanting to notice what I notice.
Yesterday, October 16, I was walking to meet a friend for lunch. It was a beautiful Indian Summer day, almost 70 degrees. Astonishing for mid October. On one street corner, a man was standing on the sidewalk, another hanging out a window above. I heard one say: There is a god. I imagine in response to the weather, the clear blue sky with streaks of white clouds. On the way back to the office, so many gorgeous puppies crossed my path. And on a particular street that I will have to search out again, a nature in the city oddity. A tree which had been cut down - I saw the shaven stump, had grown one of those bulbous things around the iron of a railing. At first, I looked at it wondering "how'd they do that" until I realized it was one of those lovely little natural wonders. Another tree, also cut, had grown its roots right around some part of the building and its water line or some other kind of pipe, not a few feet away.
Walking home from work on Union Square, I was struck by the sign of a dishevelled black woman: Tired of prostitution. Need money. Please help.
Yesterday, October 16, I was walking to meet a friend for lunch. It was a beautiful Indian Summer day, almost 70 degrees. Astonishing for mid October. On one street corner, a man was standing on the sidewalk, another hanging out a window above. I heard one say: There is a god. I imagine in response to the weather, the clear blue sky with streaks of white clouds. On the way back to the office, so many gorgeous puppies crossed my path. And on a particular street that I will have to search out again, a nature in the city oddity. A tree which had been cut down - I saw the shaven stump, had grown one of those bulbous things around the iron of a railing. At first, I looked at it wondering "how'd they do that" until I realized it was one of those lovely little natural wonders. Another tree, also cut, had grown its roots right around some part of the building and its water line or some other kind of pipe, not a few feet away.
Walking home from work on Union Square, I was struck by the sign of a dishevelled black woman: Tired of prostitution. Need money. Please help.
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