It can't be too late to learn, but still, I want to say that there must be some concern for quality. What is the point of flinging up every few lines I write if they aren't going to make a solid connection with somebody, anybody, at least one person who might come across them? Then again, maybe it's okay to put out something unpolished as long as it contains one bright gem. I dunno. I suppose the fact that I'm at least working for the moment in this blog window as opposed to in a Word document signifies my desire to find a new way out there. Maybe I won't publish this today, but if I do it again tomorrow and the next day and then maybe one day I take a chance and click the orange button up above which will make it available to all of creation. Walt Whitman, are you with me?
G is sick today. Her coughing kept her up for a good portion of the night, and we were up with her as well. For me it was the proverbial straw after a hectic beginning to the week, and I didn't wake up in time this morning to do my meditation or Yoga asana practice. Now she is home from school with Yiayia after hanging with me all morning. I feel very out of sorts. Even the table I'm working on at the coffee shop is slanted. It reminds me of the commercials where people roam the earth tilting to one side because they didn't have their V-8.
No doubt I'd rather be home working on my big screen with my height-adjustable desk and my incense and the light coming through the window just so, but there is no way to keep an almost-three-year-old out of the studio, especially if she knows you are easily suckered into hanging out when you are supposed to be writing, and hey, how lucky I am to be able to leave my sick child in the hands of her grandmother and slip away for a few hours to enjoy a decent espresso and dive down the rabbit hole of the story I've been working on? I have everything I need here in my little travel writing kit. My laptop screen lights up nice and bright and my earplug/headphone combo block out everything but the giant Mazzer grinding up coffee beans each time someone steps up to the counter. It's also nice for a change to see people coming and going, to look up every once in awhile and see others going about their days, taking care of their business, trying to do their best as they worry about their sick kids, their jobs, their health, their goals, the responsibilities they feel they've been neglecting, and the things they need to hurry up and do as we all sail along into the future. We're all in this together people! I'm feeling it. Let's each high five the next person we see.
|Now showing at the Art Institute. Om Shanti.|