the above had me chanting "trust the process". this should wash out to a transparent gray.
tombstones added...something else has to happen to make it more coherent...not sure if it will be a panel or be cut up.
the start of something new
A few days before the election this is what I was doing. I been going fast (for me) and furious since returning from the Crow Barn.
Last Sunday I attended a performance and exhibit-Dear Felicia: A Soldier's Manual for Birds and Angels, a collaboration between poet-scholar Estella Majozo and painter Joan Zehnder. Ten minutes into the performance tears started strolling down my face and held a steady stream through most of the 60 minute performance. The writing was a series of letters to a female soldier while examining the poet's reconcilliation on her son's decision to join the military. I don't know why I responded with tears...maybe because I know her son and remember when he was born, maybe because Estella is a close spiritual friend...maybe it took me someplace with the battles for my own children. I remember how personally traumatized I was when this war first started as well as other acts by the Bushit administration. Since then I've tempered my politics and opted instead to reach inside and pull out the artist in me as a way to stay sane.
Monday I felt a little fatigued but opted to go out for breakfast and then down to my workshop. Tuesday came the scratchy throat, body aches and arriving with my 17 y.o son to the polls at 5:45 with a 45 minute wait in the early morning chill . Couple this with the excitement of watching the results and numerous telephone calls and it all got the best of me...yesterday I felt like I had one foot in the grave and made a doc's appointment which confirmed the pnuemonia I already diagnosed.
I'm sitting here typing this post to past the time while waiting on a home health nurse to arrive-this was the option I chose instead of being hospitalized. I'm holding the line wishing I had a glass of wine.
As far as words from me on Obama's win I'm elated and taken with his role in history and have not felt this way since Mandela's release from prison (which I also had pnuemonia then). For what I want to say, I'm not ready. I'll be processing for a long while and am not sure I will do so here. I'm thinking about starting a blog to document my reactions to the Obama and first family's role for the next four years.