I will be this cool when I’m old:
dancer. reader. thinker.
05 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
I will be this cool when I’m old:
27 Sep 2011 2 Comments
See that sweet little thing?
I’ve been wanting to make it since I saw it on Pinterest about,
two months ago.
I’ve had plenty of time to swing by a store for supplies.
Plenty of time to sit at home and cut out leaves and stitch them together.
But I haven’t.
Here’s my great big theory:
Adults aren’t “supposed” to play.
We have other things that are “important” to do.
And this makes me so, so sad.
I don’t want to turn fifty and realize that I haven’t made anything in years.
I don’t want to lose the dexterity of my fingers or my mind.
I don’t want to lose my creativity, my ability to say, “Hey, I could make that!”
and actually do it.
I’m starting a Third Thursday Craft Night.
sewing, painting, needlefelt, needlepoint,
making shoe clips, hair flowers, leatherwork;
if I had a forge,
We all need a time to be creative.
we have to make appointments with ourselves in order to make that happen.
Consider your own bad self invited.
Come make things.
(and? if you email me pictures of what you made, and a little blurb about it,
I’ll post them all here!)
11 Sep 2011 1 Comment
When I was 20,
I left Los Angeles for Jerusalem,
for a small moshav with fir trees,
and the smell of the Mediterranean sea in the distance.
It was supposed to be a semester abroad
with two of my closest friends,
and 38 other students–most of whom had be planning to go on this wild and crazy adventure together since we first arrived at college.
We were at a model of the Second Temple (Herod’s)
when one student’s international cell rang–
his father told us that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center.
Nothing else, at that time.
We stopped for a moment and prayed for the passengers,
and the folks in the building,
then moved back to our lecture.
It was five in the evening–
a beautiful day in Israel.
It wasn’t until we arrived back at the moshav,
and saw the towers burning on a Hebrew broadcast of CNN
that we understood what had actually happened.
We left everything familiar and secure behind that day.
Our college decided to send all of us home–
but because of the travel restrictions,
we stayed in Israel until October 1st.
The duration of our time in Israel was a blur of hurried breakfasts,
driving out to archaeological sites,
most of us didn’t know what was going on in the U.S. until we touched down at Los Angeles International Airport,
and realized that we were returning to a different country–
a country that was terrified,
We had just ended four weeks with a people
who live with terror on a daily basis;
a people who deeply sympathized with the plight and fears of America,
but who also wanted to know if we understood why they fought
against terrorism the way they did,
if we understood why their men and women all served in the army,
if we understood the importance of standing together as a nation,
regardless of the cost.
September 11th, 2001 took the lives of thousands of people.
It changed my country.
It changed the world.
It changed me.
I can’t confidently say, ten years later,
that all of those changes were good.
But I do know this:
I am supremely grateful for every person who sacrificed their lives
on that day to save others.
I am supremely grateful for every man and woman who serves in our military,
for the constant submission of their own needs in order to allow someone like me
to post about a terrible day without fear of reprisal on a blog.
September 11th made me grateful
for all of the precious freedoms that I have as an American.
For being able to work, study, and play without living in constant fear
of death at the hands of another person who hates me simply because of my nationality.
I will never take that for granted again.
08 Sep 2011 3 Comments
I dreamt of angel griffins
with exposed vein wings
nudging me with cold noses to be friends
I dreamt of a green tree hive
full of the sap of life
I dreamt wonderful dreams
of falling without hurt
fantasy without pretense
nakedness without shame
covered my nakedness
forgot my fantasy
fell into my car
out to the world
I wish my car was a griffin.