“Leroy bet me I couldn’t find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.”
Rita Mae Brown
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Hello Tuesday –
A fine beginning to a day. The most welcome spring light shining through the window and a still life of one little boy’s investigation of the smallest of shells and my jewelry. He picked up each and every one, absolutely delighting in the tininess made BIG, the sum and the parts manifesting through a lens to his brown-ish eye. “Your eye is brown-ish, too, Colleen. Greg’s eye is blue.”
I like that he said brown-ish at the ripe age of four, that he can see the nuance, that there is green and some yellow in there, too. I like that he can speak his mind with me, sharing what makes him nervous (big kids watching him go down the slide) and happy (sitting next to me during dinner, sweet sigh) and sad (his friend when he is mean). I like that I can be my goofiest, cavorting around the yard and house, in my usual way, with him in on it, making up stories during long piggy-back rides while I sing to Radiohead. The gorgeous alchemy of two happy souls moving in tandem before he rests his head on my lap and drifts off to sleep. Another play-date and sleepover for the record books.
Yesterday, in a serious bout of procrastination, I distracted myself with a series of mindless activities, culminating in watching James Lipton’s Inside the Actor’s Studio. As always with that peculiar man, it was interesting and illuminating and provided many laughs. It also inspired me to answer his Ten Questions.
- What is your favorite word? Um, no thanks, that would be like choosing between my two cats.
- What is your least favorite word? It is not so much the word as a particular usage. “That was SICK!” When the person clearly meant cool, bitchen, or awesome.
- What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally? The truth as found in a certain mystical quality that I cannot name but know the instant I’m exposed, like Laird Hamilton surfing, Ella Fitzgerald singing, James Galvin writing…
- What turns you off creatively, spiritually, or emotionally? Treacle, insecurity, and cruelty, in no particular order
- What sound or noise do you love? A manual transmission automobile in reverse, preferably at high speed.
- What sound or noise do you hate? Repetitive tapping – pencils, fingers, feet, etc.
- What is your favorite curse word? FUCK! It’s very economical. One word with a myriad of connotations.
- What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Making fil-ums
- What profession would you not like to do? Soldier, with evermore thanks to all who do…
- If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? “Welcome to Fantasy Island…”
Qui si convien lasciare ogne sospetto; ogne viltà convien che qui sia morta.
Here one must leave behind all hesitation; here every cowardice must meet its death.
Dante Alighieri
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The radio
and my lover’s voice
His eyes on the road,
hidden behind dreamy glasses.
We talk away the miles,
and so often find
his words are my own.
That one soul we’ve been weaving
twenty-one years strong.
Delicate
and
Sublime
Blowing in the wind
Passionate
and
Wise
Containing one sunlit field
and
The universe.
Whole.
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