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[ from a. addair who is listening to Tom Waits (Closing Time) ]
when i think
i’m okay or that i’d like a distraction
but it scrapes in my stomach
and drags at my face
and i try
to smile at the camera but
it is ugly
when i sit here unsure of how to proceed
[ from a. addair who is listening to Bill Evans (The best of Bill Evans Live) ]
It is different this year in Mexico. As I was last year, I am glad for warmth in the winter months and grateful for our friends here. I still relish the brightly painted walls; I admire the practical construction of houses and the scaled-down methods of lifestyle. I feel very lucky to be here.
But I am different than last year. A year full of every-days have rendered me changed. The moments from last February to this one are expressing themselves as a creature who loves to work and misses, with near hysterical pangs, waking up in the morning to paint. A creature who feels a heaving need to be near and available to a small community of family and friends. A creature who has learned that she needs a nest and a small portion of everyday in uninterrupted solitude. A creature who is learning to be open and generous with her resources. And a creature who is shedding frantic busyness for quiet and carefully prioritized commitments.
This creature is me, but I hadn’t known of her evolution until I returned here and measured her against the same winter Mexican sun, the Conejo bus that goes to el centro, and the soft but strong, irregular mountains of Chiapas.
I’m here, acutely aware of my recent and strange pelt, without the comforts and familiarity of home and every twilight brings a stab of melancholy nostalgia.
But I know that I don’t want to be yesteryear’s me or even go home as the me of a few weeks ago. I want my time in Mexico to be accounted for in the expression of this creature who I may not know, once again, in another year’s time.
well, I’m not certain.
And so, I suppose, I will engage with my days while I am here. I think that probably my time in Mexico will be a collection of moments for warmth, for easing into the acknowledgment of my new skin, and resolving to appropriately prioritize when we return. And I imagine the discomfort will find its place in this sketch that has yet to be revealed to me.
[ from a. addair who is listening to Yo-Yo Ma, Mark O'Connor, and Edgar Meyer (Appalachian Journey) ]
Now that we’ve decided to make our home back in good ol’ East Tennessee we’ve often been asked “Well, have you learned your lesson?” We get this mostly from fearful grandmothers but there are a few bona-fide haters in there too.
Don’t get me wrong, one of my favorite things about coming home is encountering the fine Southern tradition of knocking high-falutin city kids off their high horses but I can’t help but to want to string the bacon on the table around the person-asking-this-question’s neck.
No, we didn’t learn our lesson. But yes, we did learn many lessons.
Tantrums aside, it is a real pleasure being back in Old North Knoxville.
Tags: appalachian journey, bacon, collage, color, edgar meyer, fabric, family, home, home-grown, lessons, mark o'connor, old north knoxville, olive oil green, plywood, southern tradition, Travel, wanderlust, work-worn color, yo-yo ma
[ from addair who is listening to Radiohead (In Rainbows) ]
[ from addair who is listening to The White Stripes (Elephant) ]
One of my favorite things about being in Mexico is discovering other ways of doing things. It makes me feel like being an idealist is really the most logical of ways to be, because to think that we know all possibilities in any given moment well enough to rule out all but a few options is ridiculous and quite ignorant. Why shouldn’t we dream of opportunity and alternatives?
Here in Tuxtla, I’m learning of a different way to build a sidewalk. To sell water. To greet a friend. To advertise a business. To bathe. To build a house. To celebrate. To pray. To eat. To dress. To move your body. To make music. To make art. To get an education. To decorate a home. To say goodbye. To exercise. To plan a city. To commute. To drink tea. To sleep. To buy groceries. To spend the day at the pool. To keep up a road. To construct a roof. To run a dance class.
Seeing these things makes me feel hopeful because it reminds me that we aren’t as stuck in our problems as we think. There are lots of options for living and for solving. The biggest threat to our joy and peace is our unwillingness to become aware of possibility and potential. It is hard work and often uncomfortable but we can (continually) re-condition our minds.
Lots of the world operates on an entirely different set of norms and perceptions from our own and we don’t have to limited to our particular set of neuronal connections. We can share and we can grow. There is infinite potential in our minds (thus our experience in the world) if only we are willing to open them.
Tags: alternatives, Buddhism, Carnival celebration, Coita, colorful, costumes, dance, elephant, growth, humanity, idealism, jamgon kongtrul, learning, mexico, opportunity, parachicos, party, possibility, potential, road, shaving cream, the white stripes, Travel
I allot each of the seasons a focus, aiming to concentrate growth in areas that are important to me. For the summer, I’m zooming in on adventure and travel. My newest habitat is perfect for this endeavor and having my Mom and Frankie come to visit this weekend was a great kick off. Sometimes I get stuck in the difficulties of living in New York City and miss out on enjoying the extraordinary sights and sounds. Having visitors and herding the city’s pleasantries into a fun-filled weekend was a healthy reminder.
On Saturday we walked through our neighborhood and visited the lobby of the Apollo http://www.apollotheater.org/.
Then we headed to the Upper West Side and saw the building where John Lennon was shot and Strawberry Fields in Central Park http://www.centralpark.com/pages/attractions/strawberry-fields.html.
Next, we visited the Chelsea Hotel where there is a delightful art gallery in the lobby and a kicky music shop next door http://www.chelseaguitars.com/.
Afterwards we headed to Williamsburg in Brooklyn. Regular reader may remember my first impressions of the area, but on this sunny day I loved it. We found an art market and my mom bought me a birthday outfit by JoAnn Berman http://boiykrazi.com/indexSite.html.
She was there and it was neat to get to talk to her a little about her work.
Finally we headed toward the East Village and ended up at tre restaurant (www.trenewyork.com). I got the gnocchi and I definitely recommend it. The atmosphere is cozy, it made for good conversation and a wonderful place to rest tired feet.
Warm weather always gets me jazzed about exploring; I’m looking forward to an adventurous summer.
Tags: adventure, apollo theater, brooklyn, central park, chelsea guitars, chelsea hotel, joann berman, john lennon, Let, new york city, strawberry fields, summer, Travel, tre restaurant, visitors, weekend, western shirt, williamsburg, wranglers