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, May 17, 2012

Faulty logic

Only an alcoholic would believe that the cure for loneliness is isolation. So I read in a Grapevine the other day.

Well, I am one ( an alcoholic, albeit clean and sober for 22 years). And, sure enough, the past couple of weeks when work has been overwhelming and deadlines have been unreasonable and so many people need so  much done and it is genuine need...... what do I do??  I work to the exclusion of pretty much everything else, including meaningful interpersonal and expressive engagement....
I seem to have put my head down and got on with it.
 Ok, so I suppose I could be overstating this a bit. .

Anyway, I am happy that this period of treading water is done.

I actually like solitude; isolation, not so much. 


  1. Punch--now that's a gift. thanks for this visit and the sentiment. truth be told, my comfort with solitude has been hard fought. i am grateful.