Thanks and Cleaning Up

Heading up to Rhinebeck today with my sis, looking forward to dried leaves and bare trees over the Hudson out the train window. Time for reflection.

Just looked through the archives of this thing and am embarrassed by some of the earlier posts...thankful I am not in that place anymore. That look at my pain insistence...

All in all, I wouldn't trade this life so far.

Saw "Into the Wild" tonight and want to write an essay comparing it to Herzog's Grizzly Man--the difference in subject/object--the distance of the camera's gaze, the agency in who is holding it.

Realistically, though, that is probably all I'm going to say about it for the time being.

I'm on the cusp, so read two horoscopes weekly and decide which one I want to believe. This week, I'm fond of Libra:

It will be a good week to build your spiritual prowess by dancing on burning embers without getting scorched, by smashing bricks with your forehead without getting a headache, or by parachuting out of a plane without scaring yourself to death. But there are other, less physical ways to jolt yourself into a higher state of awareness; you don't need to risk injury in order to boost your ability to see the big picture. For example, you could push through the terror you feel about asking for what you really want. You could overcome your fear of being honest with people you care about. You could stride into a place where you once experienced a defeat, and take the forceful action necessary to render that loss irrelevant.

seahorse birth

Thanks to Amanda Jones for this, my new favorite youtube video. I recommend turning off the sound...