Random Dance of the Weightless

*Sometimes it’s so easy to remember what you love about someone, what you saw in them when it all began, what you still see in them after time has passed and life has lead you both on bumpy and divergent paths. You wonder that you ever saw anything else in anyone else, but you did, you most certainly did.

*A recent email to a friend reminded me that the twinkle lights wrapped haphazardly through the branches of the trees in my backyard have yet to greet 2009. What a sight above, when the breeze blows the tree limbs and darkness falls, watching the lights dance while I swing in a hammock. Tonight begins their new year.

*My friends have infallible taste about many things, not men or movies but most other things and once again, I owe them for an introduction – Bitter by Meshell Ndegeocello. The words are aching, the music is haunting and I can’t do anything but feel every tear she must have shed, remember every tear I’ve ever shed over a broken heart or a lost love or a mistake made and still I keep listening awed by the artistry, the richness of her voice, the lyrics. Beautiful, possibly perfect.



*I’m having an ice cream and vodka social with a few of my friends to thank them for taking an Italian class with me, competitive fun to spark my wavering interest and intermittent desire. Truthfully, I’m having fickle flickering feelings on all things Italian, nothing 3-weeks in Tuscany won’t cure.

*Tomorrow, I drive some packed boxes to my future, August 2009, home in New York, clothes and books, you know, the really important things.

*Up made me cry, there I was a woman sitting in a crowded theater with tears streaming down my face, but I wasn’t the only one. A computer generated film broke my heart and then built it back up, perhaps over time my heart has warmed a little to life around me, what once was black may now be brown and though I think Disney is part of the evil triumvirate, I say bravo to another Pixar gem.

*I realised something about myself, I can’t balance a blog and a shitty silent honesty-crippling angry bating 80% love, too much nakedness even for me, here’s hoping the writing prevails.

*I’m happy.