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07 August 2006 : steady, steady.
this weekend has nudged me into the bumbling (not humbling) realization that i am wildly curious to see just exactly all the things of which i am capable.
little tiny parts of me are changing without asking permission; there's a new piece down there somewhere that knows how to gracefully repel a drunken, would-be customer from the theatre and a new piece down there somewhere that honestly believes i wear myself with grace.
i rediscovered last night the way that music used to make me feel - the kind of deep down pain of loving something too much, or just being in the right place at the right time.
one particular song blasted everything in the world out of existence except this: warm wind, the sweet smell of my hair, nervous bubbles of laughter about the intricacy of emotion involved in the song, and the lights of east washington street late at night. i sighed, felt my soft skin from the inside out, glanced at everything around me and said "yes." it was mine.
another lovely weekend at the irving, replete with kind, friendly people. i love this city and i love this life. maybe "humbling" could fit in there somewhere; i'm surrounded by elegance.
everything's moving forward and for once, i like that.
posted by lindsay at 12:56 ::
this weekend has nudged me into the bumbling (not humbling) realization that i am wildly curious to see just exactly all the things of which i am capable.
little tiny parts of me are changing without asking permission; there's a new piece down there somewhere that knows how to gracefully repel a drunken, would-be customer from the theatre and a new piece down there somewhere that honestly believes i wear myself with grace.
i rediscovered last night the way that music used to make me feel - the kind of deep down pain of loving something too much, or just being in the right place at the right time.
one particular song blasted everything in the world out of existence except this: warm wind, the sweet smell of my hair, nervous bubbles of laughter about the intricacy of emotion involved in the song, and the lights of east washington street late at night. i sighed, felt my soft skin from the inside out, glanced at everything around me and said "yes." it was mine.
another lovely weekend at the irving, replete with kind, friendly people. i love this city and i love this life. maybe "humbling" could fit in there somewhere; i'm surrounded by elegance.
everything's moving forward and for once, i like that.
Labels: Blog vomit, Two steps forward
posted by lindsay at 12:56 ::
2 Comments:
Your left is still a bit weak, though.
For an instigator.
By 
Frank Charlemagne, at
8:50 PM
i distinctly recall a conversation that went something like this:
"i can't lead with my left..."
PUNCH
"it's actually not bad."
though it did come from an enabler.