Musings on a new decade
Jan. 6th, 2010 04:34 pmTen years ago on New Year's Eve, I was at Rowe Camp up in the Berkshires with ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bard_bloom and a bunch of hippies and Buddhists, helping to lead a ritual that Margo Adler had to abandon at the last minute because NPR wanted her in the city to report in case Y2K exploded.
The black wool coat I have is older than that. I think I was home for a visit from graduate school when my father bought it for me, in a store I never would shop in myself, for some price I'd never pay. It was cold in St. Louis. My father passed away in 1996. I've tried to have the ripped lining of the coat fixed several times, but it never stays fixed. The coat itself, though, is solid. But every winter when it gets cold enough, I miss my father. And I don't suppose I'll stop wearing that coat until it's in tatters.
Sometimes it seems like these things aren't that far away, like these are current stories. And then I remember that I didn't havelediva in my life then, or projectmothra, and I realize I've totally forgotten what life before that looked like. Some of you were there with me, back then. Perhaps I should ask you to remind me. It's hard to understand how somehow I think I was happier then, even though some of the greatest sources of joy in my current life weren't even there.
I've been encouraged to "explore my curiosity" in 2010, and I'm trying to do that. I'm starting to look seriously at starting doula training; I'm blending perfume again. If you've got an idea of something that you really think I should try, do let me know. If you've got something you want me to work on with you, doubly so. I feel kind of as if I've been in suspended animation for a few years now, and I'm trying to thaw.
bard_bloom and a bunch of hippies and Buddhists, helping to lead a ritual that Margo Adler had to abandon at the last minute because NPR wanted her in the city to report in case Y2K exploded.The black wool coat I have is older than that. I think I was home for a visit from graduate school when my father bought it for me, in a store I never would shop in myself, for some price I'd never pay. It was cold in St. Louis. My father passed away in 1996. I've tried to have the ripped lining of the coat fixed several times, but it never stays fixed. The coat itself, though, is solid. But every winter when it gets cold enough, I miss my father. And I don't suppose I'll stop wearing that coat until it's in tatters.
Sometimes it seems like these things aren't that far away, like these are current stories. And then I remember that I didn't have
lediva in my life then, or projectmothra, and I realize I've totally forgotten what life before that looked like. Some of you were there with me, back then. Perhaps I should ask you to remind me. It's hard to understand how somehow I think I was happier then, even though some of the greatest sources of joy in my current life weren't even there.I've been encouraged to "explore my curiosity" in 2010, and I'm trying to do that. I'm starting to look seriously at starting doula training; I'm blending perfume again. If you've got an idea of something that you really think I should try, do let me know. If you've got something you want me to work on with you, doubly so. I feel kind of as if I've been in suspended animation for a few years now, and I'm trying to thaw.
