21.6.06

Summer Sizzle

The rains step into the morning
with their darkness and
kindness to the garden.
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Y’know, mean people suck. End of story, there. Bitter, mean people suck too. I guess in order to be mean you must be bitter also.

I continue to make gentle headway in dealing with difficult personalities. My tolerance for unacceptable behavior has lowered and my antennae to detect Nasty Types are becoming more fine tuned. I am very easy to work with, and I sometimes allow things to go too far before putting my foot down, but I am getting better at setting boundaries and figuring out what ‘too far’ is before I get there. This is facilitated by my increasing awareness of the creative direction my life is taking, coupled with my ability to manifest my creative work in the world.

Oh, yeah, and after seeing The Inconvenient Truth: Al Gore for President 2008!

19.6.06

Impossible is Nothing*

Monday, June 12, 2006

Basement time is history acting on us.
Ordinary time is awareness of time-flow.
Conscious time is knowing a present moment, and its extent.
Creative time is the future reaching back, pulling us towards it. – R. Fripp.

Not having a high pressure performance this weekend has helped me to take a good long look at my continued case of nerves. I wrote a blog entry that went unposted about some serious-ass performance anxiety, and how I did, or did not deal with it. Consequently, the incident that created so much anxiety went very well, and I did get the gig, so I must be doing something right. I am poised and graceful and professional, etc, etc, but it certainly does not feel like I am capable of doing my best with nerves shorting out my breath, and wiring me up.

One technique that occurred to my yesterday and that I will employ tonight, is based on acceptance. If acceptance is such a powerful state (golly, I have to find a better word for it, because acceptance, to me, feels like resignation. What about self-compassion? Hmmm….that sounds pretty good). So the idea is this: the anxiety seems to be exacerbated by wanting to change how I am feeling: I should be able to control this! Relax! It is ridiculous to be so nervous! Take deep breaths. You will do fine. This is not a critical situation, etc, etc. My encouraging internal litany goes on and on, and you know what? That fails miserably. So, what if I just observe my body’s reaction to the stress, without trying to employ techniques that attempt to change that physical state? What if I just say, Ok, this is how my body and mind are feeling right now. So what. I am not wholly those parts of me. They are like the ever changing cloud cover that sweeps across the sky- constantly morphing. I will observe, and be compassionate with myself under these stressful circumstances. Sort of like holding the hand of a terrified 2 year old. Just being there is enough. I am hypothesizing that attitude may rob the fight-or-flight state of some of its power. I have not tried it, so we shall see, and since I am my own Life-Lab, I am my own great, evolving, intriguing, exciting, experiment.

Looking forward to the drive to Galveston today.

*From a Nike commercial? I added it to my Oblique Strategies that are ever in my workspace.

2.6.06

Ah, Rilke!

My life is not this vertical hour
in which you find me in such haste
I am a tree in front of my own background
I am only but one of my many mouths
and the one which is the first to close
I am the silence between two sounds
that only with difficulty grow used to one another
for the tone of death also wishes to be heard
but in the darkness of the interval
they make peace with one another, trembling
and the song remains beautiful

Rainer Maria Rilke


From Gaelin 's blog

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Ah, early summer rainy days. It is pitter-pattering outside the bougainvillea window right now. Gray loomed and has now given way. I just love this wrapped up in the clouds and the wet and the banana leaves dripping late morning feeling.

Working on the recording for T. Made gobs of headway.

Early rising.