Updates
Yesterday, a friend of mine's dad was missing in Haiti, today they've found him and he's okay. I am so happy for them. I do wish the news was as good for everyone else there.
Spending January trying to elude a case of the januaries. They aren't always easy to escape in the bitter winds of winter in New York. I am grateful, though, for a warm home with a fireplace, a new-to-me guitar, and a completed literary magazine (put together by me) for last fall's poetry and magic class.
The poetry and magic course was excellent - the instructor encouraging and full of fascinating information, and the students welcoming and full of positive criticism. It was a good place to be on Friday nights. Next up, a course on Italian Women Writers from 1945-1990, reading books in Italian and discussing them in Italian and writing papers in Italian. I'm nervous, it's been a long time since I spoke the language at all. Maybe one day I can make it back to Italy... it has been almost 9 years. Shocking, for the girl that used to dream in Italian.
Working on setting up blues guitar lessons. It would be so lovely to be able to play a Robert Johnson song one day...
Dreams have been wild, lately. A red wolf that walked on its hind legs, almost more like a red bear, taller than me, eating my small red dog (I have no dog). Roaming the streets alone because I couldn't return to the house with the red wolf. This week, a mountain lion, a black bear and a cat all together, the mountain lion inspiring the most fear and then turning out to be the most affectionate. Another dream where I recount the mountain lion bear dream to someone else, believing it to be predicting a bear's path upstate. And then a dream where I am in Saudi Arabia, unable to find anything to cover myself, and thus unable to enter places to eat or anything. I stand outside restaurants alone and hungry, while the men who work there don't allow me to enter. Suddenly, it switches to an arial view of estates owned by rich Americans. Hmmmm.
Spending January trying to elude a case of the januaries. They aren't always easy to escape in the bitter winds of winter in New York. I am grateful, though, for a warm home with a fireplace, a new-to-me guitar, and a completed literary magazine (put together by me) for last fall's poetry and magic class.
The poetry and magic course was excellent - the instructor encouraging and full of fascinating information, and the students welcoming and full of positive criticism. It was a good place to be on Friday nights. Next up, a course on Italian Women Writers from 1945-1990, reading books in Italian and discussing them in Italian and writing papers in Italian. I'm nervous, it's been a long time since I spoke the language at all. Maybe one day I can make it back to Italy... it has been almost 9 years. Shocking, for the girl that used to dream in Italian.
Working on setting up blues guitar lessons. It would be so lovely to be able to play a Robert Johnson song one day...
Dreams have been wild, lately. A red wolf that walked on its hind legs, almost more like a red bear, taller than me, eating my small red dog (I have no dog). Roaming the streets alone because I couldn't return to the house with the red wolf. This week, a mountain lion, a black bear and a cat all together, the mountain lion inspiring the most fear and then turning out to be the most affectionate. Another dream where I recount the mountain lion bear dream to someone else, believing it to be predicting a bear's path upstate. And then a dream where I am in Saudi Arabia, unable to find anything to cover myself, and thus unable to enter places to eat or anything. I stand outside restaurants alone and hungry, while the men who work there don't allow me to enter. Suddenly, it switches to an arial view of estates owned by rich Americans. Hmmmm.