Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Thursday, March 12, 2009

(w)hol(e)y (e)vent

here's a slice of life - cake:
I adapt because I can.
For many of the people with whom I live and work, lots of things are not under their control...
for a whole host of reasons ( disability, age, illness, pain, addiction, alcoholism...) there is too much contingency, chaos, and crisis to manage...
hence, they do not " adapt" because they cannot

and so the past 24 hours have not been all that unusual...
a woman on the slow-- but probably inevitable --COPD slide into respiratory failure...
an eleventh hour vigil at the walk -in clinic for an emergency prescription...
a mom who will lose her son because she cannot stay off the booze and the drugs...
another mom who wonders what to say to her seven year old who was called a motherf@#&er on the ride home on the school bus...
a young woman sent to emergency for a tetanus shot after the child she was working with bit her hard enough to break the skin...

tears, fears, shame, dread, weariness, desperation, indifference...
calmness, compassion, cold quiet rage...
silence, humour, acceptance, solitude, gratitude
moonlight...
now,
if only I could practice a little impulse control when I spill my @#$%@! coffee...

8 comments:

  1. Your life is filled with events of emotion it appears. I very much like the way you write
    Linda

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  2. LOVED the title vey much...

    adaptation... yes... the crow's secret ingredient of the soup of survival!
    :D

    and sure people like you are pillars for others... helping them not to fall...
    and pillars like this, eh?

    just at the end of day...
    oh the ending was great...
    really enjoyed reading about your day...

    one tip from the crow: when your coffee spills, look at the stain as if it's a Rorschach inkblot test... try to find 'things' in it... a message for you... the concentration fades your embarrassment...
    :)
    hey... i'm serious about the message... believe me...
    try it next time...

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  3. Linda-- thanks for the visit.... I love my life and am delighted when others can relate to its wildness.... I appreciated your comments as I embark on my next 24...

    HB--I am tempted to spill a cup right now just to engage in this nifty little life experiment! Trust me to report back on this....
    Harlequin

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  4. beautifully written harlequin
    so honest

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  5. Maggie--- glad you liked this... typical of a day in the life ... well, my life... and the profanity, well, it's in the blood
    thanks for visiting and joining

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  6. I also wanted to thank a new blogger for the inspiration for the title of this post: Anon Andon, thanks for this and many other treats.

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  7. And so it continues, the piling up of wild days and gritty adaptations and now new @#$%@! coffee spill literacy. And on you go through stillness and "Read this, Rorschach" experimentation.

    Lovely, haunting writing here that beckons, Harlequin. Thanks for this (w)hol(e)y (e)vent(ricle) and the invitation.

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  8. Anon andon-- thanks for your comments and the nifty way you work with words and letters... visit anytime!

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