I’m my own unfinished business

I’m overwhelmed and under-glazed
I’m making vases out of snakes
I’m a kiln half-full of mistakes
When kneading it, air’s overlooked
It’s gonna crack when it gets cooked
So self-forgiveness is the key
They’re re-sculpting my sanity
Mindfulness, humility
And taking time to care for me

-The Uncluded

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gold-painted lemons

Please put your shoes on and step into that warm weather.
Go get yourself a more better forever.
Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it,
And don’t ever come back again; You gotta mean it.
Just tear it all apart and build new,
Cause’ if you don’t kill him he’s gonna kill you.
You can’t hold hands when they make fists,
And I ain’t the first to say this but,

Let me be the last to say, please don’t stay.
Let me be the last to say, you won’t be okay.
Let me be the last to say, please don’t stay.

-Slug


Limbo

went to Phi Phi this weekend.  The island culture is so laid back and chill.  The Thai natives are awesome, (I taught a fire-dancer how to swing-dance!) The beaches are cinematic… all white sand and turquoise water. I wish I had pictures to show you, but I’m going back next weekend and won’t be so stupid as to leave my camera at home this time. I heard this song there, and kept screaming at my Spanish friend to tell me the lyrics,  somehow I still managed to find it despite only writing down “caliente” and “calor”.

I haven’t done my lesson plan for today, but I’m not teaching till the afternoon so I’ll just work on it during other people’s teaching sessions and during my prep session and lunch break. :/ cutting it close…

Notoriety

“That is the simple secret of happiness. Whatever you are doing, don’t let past move your mind; don’t let future disturb you. Because the past is no more, and the future is not yet. To live in the memories, to live in the imagination, is to live in the non-existential. And when you are living in the non-existential, you are missing that which is existential. Naturally you will be miserable, because you will miss your whole life.”
-Osho

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I got into a dance-off with a Thai native. Then it started raining like crazy and we were the only two people in the street, (much less dancing) while everyone huddled around in bars trying to stay dry… Then my Colombian friend came out to dance with us (she’s dipping me, here)

One by one, more people joined us, till it was this crazy rain-dance party. Amazing.

“forgive them. forgive yourself.
.
it was never love
.
love doesn’t cripple. it doesn’t taunt or torture the tongue. love doesn’t have you bent at the waist but forgetting to pray. bleeding like an oak tree. it doesn’t have you sleeping with the lights on, or hiding from any surface clear and shiny enough to see yourself in.
.
it was never love darling.
.
i am sorry”

— najma-idil
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After a while, being alone in a foreign country gets exhausting.  I feel like I need someone I can trust in close proximity to me.  I wonder if it’s the same for men… obviously the world just isn’t as dangerous for them.  Why would they need anyone “safe” around them?

After hanging out with my Desi friends I kept accidentally speaking Hindi to everyone.  They say I speak it like I’ve been living in India for five years but eh.. think I’m gonna have to call b.s. on that.  Mostly because I understand about 3% or less when Indians speak Hindi.

zoo

her voice is cream over
coffee, made unbitter
carefully palatable
eyes, twin snake-bites
the most unfortunate of
harsh beauties

do not touch
do not feed

her teeth are the greediness
of bear traps,
she is lonely enough
to never let go.

I met someone who is so much like someone I used to know, that in essence I feel like I’ve met the same person again.

Now I feel like I get a second chance to  not fail at this friendship.

Have You Ever Been to Heaven at Night?

This is the first time in a very long time that I am able to say I am living in the here and now.  I’ve been so hung up on my past, on the people who think poorly of me, the mistakes I’ve made… I spent a good chunk of my life constantly reassuring myself that “eventually” I will be happy, satisfied, and start traveling.

Even in Korea, there was an undercurrent in my head “Thailand Thailand Thailand it will be better in Thailand”.

 I’m here. I mean, mentally.  I’m exactly where I should be.  The past seems so far away, detritus washing up on a whole other continent.

I have class every weekday, and then I go out with my classmates at night.  All together we are from 8 different countries (possibly nine, now I’m losing track).  It’s only the third day of class and I’m already starting to feel really comfortable with these people.

I’ll probably never live on the beach for a month again. So it begins.

pourquoi tu gâches ta vie?

When I am in Fargo, my stomping-ground, I am more than ready to take on any problem that life might throw at me.  I can think it through, develop a plan of attack, then execute it.

Here, in Thailand, where I don’t know anyone, I am pretty much a flustered wreck.  I couldn’t find my airport pick-up, so I just went with some random taxi driver, and I didn’t have any small bills so I paid him WAYY too much, and instead of giving me change he just went “hee-hee!” and put my money away delightedly.

Later he asked for a tip, to which I said, “nuh-uh I gave you way too much already,” thereby making myself look like a complete jerk of an American to my guesthouse manager.

Well. I’m here, I guess that’s the main thing.  I think this will be good for me, as long as I don’t get lost. I should also probably write my address in Thai and keep that with me.

I want to go out and dance tonight SO BAD but I’m by myself… and… I have class tomorrow. Better not.

if you wanna listen to the French version it’s called “Elle ma dit”

tonight’s the night, amirite?

Welcome to Seoul, South Korea.  Where everybody drinks and few to none dance.  Basically the antithesis of who I am as a person.

 I have never seen a country  more in need of ecstasy tablets.  When someone DOES make an effort to bust it I am inclined to yell WOOOOOH like the obnoxious American that I am and start applauding them vigorously.

How can you not dance when the bass is so loud your veins get confused?  Most of the club-goers move about the same as I do on a crowded subway when my headphones are serving me up something particularly rousing.  A bob of the head.  A bit of foot-tapping.

I hope Thailand has less shy people.

I can’t imagine it could possibly have more.