May 14, 2006

  • After lazing about all morning, accomplishing nothing of recognized
    value I placed my tea cup in the microwave, turned to the blue sky in
    the kitchen window and let out a happy growl as I stretched, fists
    aloft.  My eyes settled on this graduation gift perching on the
    sill:

       It’s from my friend Brooke.  It’s called “Courage.”

    Hey, that was my exact stance!  See the little wire wings out the
    back?  I have those too, metaphorically; they’re the waves of “sensation”
    from my back spasming, the effects of lying in bed too long in conjunction with
    not doing my yoga on a regular basis. I generally call my poses
    “Apathy” and “I’ll tell them I forgot to set my alarm” but I have to
    say, I’m liking the idea that it could be construed as “Courage.”
      All riiiiiiiiiiiiight… we shall overcome.

Comments (10)

  • too cute.  now come do my hair.  or just do me.

  • True story. I have this exact statue, and loved it to death, because it made me feel empowered. One year after I returned to Turkey, I realized that Aydin had somehow accidently knocked off her wings. And I contemplated how maybe there was some parallel there. And 3 months ago, I knocked the poor thing over and one of her extended arms broke off. So now I have a wingless, one-armed angel. I think she’s trying to tell me something.


  • Happy Mothers Day dear.

  • Love you very much, dollface.

  • baha, see, if that were mine?  it would be called “aaaaah don’t shoot!” 

    courage is better.  you should definitely stick with courage.

  • Happy belated mother’s day. Although, I just wrote belated birthday, which is true as well. I still need to send you a present.

    I gotta get on the ball with lots of things.

  • Yeah, belated HMD from here, too!

  • Sometimes it takes courage just to get out of bed in the morning.  Or at least, thats a good way to justify it.

  • Abso-luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutely!
    -M

  • lol!

    I tried yoga once.  Really gave it an effort, too.  But I farted really loud, and it was the upstairs at Town Hall, and even though the instructor said it’s all a part of yoga – I just couldn’t show my face again.  I’ll have to go to another town.

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