If you want to know what the next ten years of your life are going to look like, take a look at the last ten... even the last one. And if you don't like what you see, then stop singing the same song. Stop telling the same story, stop sleeping in the same bed. Move in a forward direction and remember, there's a big difference between taking a step back or getting off course, than there is in standing in the same spot you've always stood.
Either change the channel on your life, or accept that your reality, in large part, is your own creation.
From the Half Note and from me, I wish you all a Happier New Year.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sweet memory
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
For Love's sake
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
For Lucinda
Thursday, December 23, 2010
In real time
Redemption room (re-post)
I received an email from my friend Cooper who told me that in 1999, she created a writing room in her house with the intention of giving it a proper name. Rewind to 1983, I was taking a women's literature course in Santa Cruz and thought the professor had assigned a book by Virginia Woolf called A Room of One Zone. Needless to say, I had a very difficult time locating this book, and when my friend Tai revealed my faux pas at Aerophant, Cooper read it and was inspired to finally name her sacred space.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Secret
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sitting at the sidebar
It's been a long time since I've posted something at the sidebar, a long time since I even listened to the music I love. It's been a long time since I've done a lot of things that please me, or inspire me, or ignite a fire or even a flame. But regardless of the wrong choices I've made, being so far from my own joy was something too unfamiliar, so I spent time tracking it down, finding, then reclaiming it.
Today, someone who knows me well said, "Katie, you're back." And he's right.
Lately I've been thinking about how we all have songs or albums that remind us of specific times in our lives, and since this time has been so filled with change, not just in regards to where I live or who I love, but deep down-to-the-bone change, I thought it a good idea to find new music to play in my new background. Music I've never heard before, music that reminds me of nothing else and of no one. Something clean like freshly printed paper, just itching for a pen and a new story.
Today, someone who knows me well said, "Katie, you're back." And he's right.
Lately I've been thinking about how we all have songs or albums that remind us of specific times in our lives, and since this time has been so filled with change, not just in regards to where I live or who I love, but deep down-to-the-bone change, I thought it a good idea to find new music to play in my new background. Music I've never heard before, music that reminds me of nothing else and of no one. Something clean like freshly printed paper, just itching for a pen and a new story.
So here it is, Chanda Mama, the first song on my new soundtrack, from an album fittingly titled, Playing For Change.
Click the music player up top and to the right of this post. I can only hope you'll be as joyful listening to it as I am, and if you also feel something that resembles a return to yourself, well then, even better.
Click the music player up top and to the right of this post. I can only hope you'll be as joyful listening to it as I am, and if you also feel something that resembles a return to yourself, well then, even better.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
1 more day
All in a day
Friday, December 17, 2010
Not lost & found
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A Superior man
Two weeks ago, I met a taxi cab driver who has a wife and three kids to support. They all live in Maryland, and during the week the cab driver tutors French to high school students. Every Friday after work, he takes a train from his home in Annapolis Maryland to Penn Station in New York City, then another train to Queens. He arrives in Queens at three o'clock in the morning, walks to his friend's apartment and sleeps on the sofa for two hours. He wakes up, takes a bus to pick up his cab, then drives in the city all of Friday, all of Saturday, and all of Sunday. On Sunday night he returns to Queens and drops off his cab, takes a train to Penn Station, then a train back to Maryland, then he does it all again.
From the time I got into the cab driver's car, to the time I reached my destination, he told me his story with humor in his heart, ease in his body, and a smile on his face.
From the time I got into the cab driver's car, to the time I reached my destination, he told me his story with humor in his heart, ease in his body, and a smile on his face.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
6 days
In the last six days, I've hiked more miles than I have in the last 10 years. In the last six days, I've experienced more natural beauty than I have in the last 3 years. In the last six days, I've spent more time with my friend than in what felt like forever, and if it weren't for my family back home, I might never leave.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Homecoming
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Evolving101
(Originally posted February 2008)
All my life I've handed out gold stars to everyone but me, and tonight I give myself the biggest one. Congratulations Katie, for not spending your days in a career you hate, or immersing yourself in idle gossip, or believing there's a politician who doesn't lie. For being brave enough to leave a man you love, smart enough to know that every disaster since has been a lesson in disguise, and for killing a belief that was keeping you from being that woman, who tonight seems closer than ever.
I don't want to change, I want to understand who I am then customize my world. I don't want to be better, I want to be open. I don't want to be nicer, I want connectedness to become my natural state of being, and I don't want to be prettier, I just want to be so fulfilled that it's impossible to keep the smile off my face.
All my life I've handed out gold stars to everyone but me, and tonight I give myself the biggest one. Congratulations Katie, for not spending your days in a career you hate, or immersing yourself in idle gossip, or believing there's a politician who doesn't lie. For being brave enough to leave a man you love, smart enough to know that every disaster since has been a lesson in disguise, and for killing a belief that was keeping you from being that woman, who tonight seems closer than ever.
I don't want to change, I want to understand who I am then customize my world. I don't want to be better, I want to be open. I don't want to be nicer, I want connectedness to become my natural state of being, and I don't want to be prettier, I just want to be so fulfilled that it's impossible to keep the smile off my face.
Monday, December 06, 2010
The need to be seen
(Originally posted April, 2008)
When I was a little girl I used to watch a show called Romper Room, and at the end of each episode "Miss Carol" looked straight at her television audience through her hand-held hoop-on-a-stick.
"I see Johnny," she would say, "and Suzy, oh, and there's Bobby! I see Cindy, and Billy..."
And while she listed all the children she saw through the TV set, I would wave and shout, "And Katie! Over here Miss Carol, you see Katie!"
But she never said my name. Miss Carol never saw me.
I guess that explains it.
When I was a little girl I used to watch a show called Romper Room, and at the end of each episode "Miss Carol" looked straight at her television audience through her hand-held hoop-on-a-stick.
"I see Johnny," she would say, "and Suzy, oh, and there's Bobby! I see Cindy, and Billy..."
And while she listed all the children she saw through the TV set, I would wave and shout, "And Katie! Over here Miss Carol, you see Katie!"
But she never said my name. Miss Carol never saw me.
I guess that explains it.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Thursday, December 02, 2010
32 days
Is it wrong?
What a superior man knows
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