I went out with Robbin last night and, walking home, he had a cigarette. It must have sparked something, because I dreamed of ripping into a pack and chaining. In the space between sleep and wakefulness, I dreamed shamefully of dumping a full ashtray into the studio trash can. It was so vivid that, coming into the studio this morning, I half-expected to find the butts in the trash.
Of course, that dreaming was woven with dreams of surgery and, oddly enough, of a long walk home from surgery.
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Last night, New Urban Arts hosted the second in the conversation series. Jane was the speaker and led the group through Thich Nhat Hanh's tangerine meditation -- in which the group as asked to take a VERY long time to eat a tangerine (we took 15 minutes, conceivably one could take days). The meditation and the ensuing conversation got me thinking about all of the ways that my presence is disrupted by the urgency of external prompts. More, though, it made me own the ways that I allow it to happen.
I have a little calendar space for the next four days -- even though the list of urgent "to do's" is long. There is, though, some great relief in knowing that I can make my own days.
Thu, March 26, 2009 - 4:12 AM
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Of course, that dreaming was woven with dreams of surgery and, oddly enough, of a long walk home from surgery.
...
Last night, New Urban Arts hosted the second in the conversation series. Jane was the speaker and led the group through Thich Nhat Hanh's tangerine meditation -- in which the group as asked to take a VERY long time to eat a tangerine (we took 15 minutes, conceivably one could take days). The meditation and the ensuing conversation got me thinking about all of the ways that my presence is disrupted by the urgency of external prompts. More, though, it made me own the ways that I allow it to happen.
I have a little calendar space for the next four days -- even though the list of urgent "to do's" is long. There is, though, some great relief in knowing that I can make my own days.
