Mistress of Plan B series
Things I’m digging right now in the time of corona-virus:
Thinking about Ernest Hemingway sitting on his lanai in
Paris with his typewriter.
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Ginger. Lots of it.
Smoothies every day. Serious mana from the
gods/goddesses, this is my kool-aid.
Jazz.
Not checking the news incessantly.
“Mermaid Hair Don’t Care” [thanks Hayley]
Early rising w/da kine and working out outside
before the sun gods/goddesses reigns supreme.
With every lap comes a sense of calm vigor. Blood pumping, it nourishes my cells, my
spirit, me.
Then there are the mulberry trees (yes?) with its mana
hanging low, yet not so low anymore to easily reach. I gotta work to get to those luscious black berries
now. Perhaps another few weeks at most
to engage in this endeavor and I’ll move on to another sideshow activity.
The floral bouquet rising from my beloved Yosemite trucker
hat continues on. The abundance of roses
in bloom in the region now does not escape me. The audacity to pluck one! The
desire to pluck many adornments can’t be abated. After giving me essence to
accompany my workout, they continue to delight me decaying on my bathroom sink
counter. I honor their metamorphosis into sweet decay.
Sprouting sprouts. This joy has recently been heightened. As
the temperatures have been increasing here, my mason jar sprouts have become
compromised. I’d noticed that the glass jars were more a greenhouse recently,
collecting more moisture. Of course I knew what the solution was (seed bags I
learned), but didn’t have any, or so I thought.
Then I remembered Julie from the Istanbul tribe. She had given us these
reusable vegetable bags (seed bags!) that a friend of hers had made. I constantly use them still on my green
grocer visits in the hood. I already possessed the remedy! I put that shit to work immediately and on
day 2 I already see a major difference.
Sprouts happy. Holly happy.
Tribe. The Human tribe. The Blood tribe. All the tribes. I
am tribe.
“Valeria” on Netflix.
Only one season right now so get on it.
“The Eddy” on Netflix.
Jazzy beats. I need speak no more about it. Sure the story is a sideline. It works.
Tarot cards. Yes,
introspective times necessitate self-reflection- however you go about it.
Something that felt really good recently: Carrying a big
stack of books downstairs in the foyer for anyone to read. What a sense of accomplishment! First, just to part with books is so
difficult so the act in itself is a small victory. It’s like spreading your seed far and wide to
all corners of the eARTh. What faraway
lands will all these books end up at the end of their lifespan? What stories
divulge. They have their own
trajectories independent of us spending some time admiring them on our book
shelves, finally reading them, seeing them lying around on the coffee table for
months afterward, etc. So to release them into the wilds, anything is
possible! You know that feeling when you
score a free book and you also get another hidden nugget in a bus ticket,
museum stub, a note scratched on a post-it on some random page- yes THAT. It
delights.
Plan B; one hit wonders sometimes, which is fine. Plan B always deserves cultivation and
storage somewhere in the hard drive. I don’t
always pay attention to Plan B, but when I do I’m sincere. Then I set it aside
until its time. Plan B rarely works ‘on the fly’- not for me anyway. But the possibilities… That is the beauty of
Plan B.
And then there’s the distant Plan C. I put this to use when
I headed to Yosemite to work for the season a few summers back. Hastily arranged, it all fucking worked out fairly
effortlessly (with a lot of paperwork!) and it was a fucking amazing experience
(the gig, not the paperwork- but there’s something to say about keeping
organized and on top of that paperwork trail shit). I put Plan A on hold for
Plan C and absolutely it was the right path.
There’s a lot of magic in the universe, but you gotta feel it and catch
it when it tempts you. The attractions, the dance, the emotions, the rationale
(‘should I stay or should I go”) all are valuable tools when considering magic.
So I’m refining Plan B. Science! Big plans, yet not
grandiose. Plan B, something to work actively towards achieving by creating while
in Plan A.
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