My plate is constantly full, continually refilling, and mostly delicious.

Today I slept until 1pm, which was sorely needed since I have been staying up well past midnight these days, although I’m going to try and get to bed relatively early tonight. I wrote an article for the Beacon, a Burning Man newspaper, about Saltmind Artistic Collective in Salt Lake City. I listened to my interviews whilst writing, so hopefully it’s not woefully inaccurate. I made coffee in my perfect two-cup coffee maker, to start the day (late as I got up) with a little zip. I walked the puppy; Corms needed extra time to poop and smell everyone else’s, he’s not too proud to appreciate his peers’ good work. My mind was fuzzy at first, sleeping in so late, but came into surprising clarity as I wrote my article and realized how bloody fun it can be to write. I forget this shit sometimes.

I spent some good time thinking about how society frames female accomplishment as something competitive, when in fact a full cup raises all ships, if I may horribly mix a metaphor.  I for one am happy to be surrounding by goddesses with incredible accomplishments and good hearts. Their successes don’t make me less than amazing, and their struggles don’t invalidate mine. My cup overflows with happiness to see other happy people in my life. My empathy is alive and kicking for all the shit they go through, and all the awesome coping they accomplish.

I went to the Sugar Slam poetry event this week, and some sweet and wonderful ladies were in town on their western-USA tour from Portland. Their performances gave me strength and ambition to write more, and I’d love to thank them for that (perhaps this post will trickle into the wild waters of the internet and find them, somehow). I performed a version of my last blog post, Dear Cigarettes, into a real live microphone. It was pretty awesome to get responses and feelings from the audience. I have been on a performing Hiatus for quite some time, but it definitely still fuels my fire. Live theater, live art, live poetry…damn. SO refreshing, so revitalizing.

I plan on writing this afternoon once I switch from coffee to Twisted Mango Diet Coke, and forgive myself the lack of outer-worldy encounters, (read: socializing), in favor of a quiet afternoon spend working on my oft-neglected craft. Maybe I’ll post some of my better efforts, maybe I won’t, but it will be food for the soul. I’m feeling alive and had a really good weekend. Saying that (or rather typing that) feels so nice. I hope it feels good to hear (or rather read) for you, Loyal Reader.

 

P.S. Headed to Montana next weekend, so I have a few errands to run at some point to get extra keys for my dog-keeper and cat-watcher. I’m so excited to see my family and celebrate Z and K’s wedding…which was actually in Belize, that I regret missing, but reception in Helena, which is admittedly more my speed at the moment. I’m nervous about leaving the kiddos with my friends, just because if anything happened, they would feel plain terrible about it, but that’s kinda how you have to deal with leaving your little ones with ANYONE who isn’t YOU. Doggo and Kitteh are in good shape and I expect nothing but lots of whining and responsive cuddles from the pets and the keepers respectively. My babies will be in good hands. Just have to get my ducks in a row and commit to enjoying my time away without too much worry.

 

OH DAMN, I should sticker my suitcase, too. Projects today, people, PROJECTS.