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

Saturday, August 3, 2013


Here is a memorable, if not too recent, interaction at a local Subway restaurant. Honestly, I am becoming much more intrigued and fascinated by everyday encounters. I suppose my recent experiences with uncertain futures  have made me more appreciative of the silliness and wonder of mundane life. Whatever the reasons, here is a great little vignette.....

This gal walks in to the Subway restaurant (it's about a block from my house) and heads directly to the counter. She gazes up at the menu board and, in a loud and definite voice, gives her order: "I 'll have three six inch spicy Italians".
I am standing right behind her and I can see the face of the woman who is taking her order. I cannot help it.... I give a wide-eyed look of amazement and surprise and I have to say.... "wow.... I had no idea a person could get something like that at Subway."
The gal giving the order is not fazed in the least, and I expect that she did not pick up my pithy double entendre (ahem). But the woman taking her order, someone closer to my age and clearly more appreciative of my humour, gave a little snort and then got herself under control, and got those spicy Italians ready to go. It was a moment. What can I say.
Maybe you had to be there.
I 'm glad I was!!
Hee hee.