today is 16 July 2007, 0711
Good. Last night’s entry loosened the hold. Things are shaking up a little.
It’s a Tori Amos kind of day as the final week of teaching begins (This is not really happening…you bet your life it is). . . .
I listened to my fave version of Sugaree this morn, this from the 4/29/77 show at the Palladium. Those 14 minutes and 21 seconds can do wonders for my centering.
I feel slightly rushed as I get these words out before I switch gears a bit and focus entirely on this teaching day, but how important it is for me to do this: keep the writer ever-present, to keep the soul of me ever-present, as I go hours without the pen in my hand.
Later today, I’ll go back to yesterday where we did a bit of re-creation of the events on the day we buried our mother.
That, and the wonderful visit with my sister and my brother-in-law.
There’s much there, folks. And that uncut will be a long one.
here’s to my day (remember, I’m being selfish), and to all of your days as well. Let’s all do what we can to bring just a little more love into the world today….
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don’t tell them that you know me
Love that song!
I don’t really know you but being Jenn’s mom and hearing her angst at times reminded me of all that, the frustration at not getting quite right. I made a comment on your inner harbor trip. Check it out, like to keep you in the loop. I so do remember those days without ac and having a little ones. Wet sheets with fans blowing on them, its a miracle they didn’t get walking pneumonia. Cyn
I don’t really know you but being Jenn’s mom and hearing her angst at times reminded me of all that, the frustration at not getting quite right. I made a comment on your inner harbor trip. Check it out, like to keep you in the loop. I so do remember those days without ac and having a little ones. Wet sheets with fans blowing on them, its a miracle they didn’t get walking pneumonia. Cyn
opps, sorry about that. cyn