Evolution

If I'm to learn anything from my own personal history, it's that my next phase of evolution will more than likely include whatever it is I waste my time ridiculing now.  So far, that's how I've come to be a Waldorf homeschooling Buddhist acupuncturist.

I remember thinking how insane it was to homeschool - those poor women with control issues and no other lives.  And I have to cringe now remembering that, as a kid, I casually referred to the kids who attended the local Waldorf school as "the weirdos".  Buddhism was a cult... until the Dalai Lama became really popular... and then it was just "in".  

And then there's acupuncture.  I remember meeting an anorexic supermodel-looking girl in a dance club who explained to me that she had to get up early to see her acupuncturist, Dr. Wu, the following morning so that she could get her period again.  Dr. Wu had explained to her that her Yin and Yang were out of balance among other things.   I was dating a surgical resident at the time, so of course I knew next to everything, and considered myself very mature for listening politely to the rest of these absurd explanation of her health issues.  The next day, I told my doctor boyfriend the whole story and we laughed all the way to 10:30 mass.

Oops... am I headed for Catholicism again??

For Angela

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Tayata Om Bhekandze Bhekandze Maha Bhekandze Radza Samungate Soha.

Blockhead

I'm a genius until I sit down in front of this damn computer.  

I've been testing this theory recently and, so far, it's the same every time.  I go for a walk and within 30 seconds the thoughts begin to flow... I'm articulate... maybe even profound.  It's prose and it's beautiful and I think it's even moving.  Sometimes funny.  And honestly, sometimes I come across thoughts that are so lovely and touching or raw and truthful that I think they come from some other source.  

Of course, when this happens, I want to write them down.  I am always eager to grab onto those beautiful sentences and hold them and look at them and make sure they match the perfect arrangement in my head.  But give me a pen or a keyboard and they evaporate.

I haven't given much to writing these last few years, and really not ever, so I have high hopes that this it is in fact "writer's block".  It will be pretty difficult to write a novel otherwise, and that's one thing on my life "to do" list that always seemed appealing.  

Untitled

Choosing a title seems like a little too much pressure.  After all, I've only just decided today that I may be ready to start a blog.  Choosing an identity to put out there into the universe seems like an awfully big decision for my first personal venture into the web.