Day 55-57
Timer on…
So…I wrote a brief response for Day 55, letting everyone know that I couldn't type at home because the land of broadband in lame…
Day 56, I did last night but didn’t type because it was after midnight by the time I finished and I was done…so…I thought…I got through it…I’ll type something up later…
But today I will write…
Today I performed in THE VAGINA MONOLGUES. I was the infamous “Cunt” monologue. It is powerful to be a part of such an event at a college, again. It is a lot of fun to watch the audience watch this production. My father never saw this production, but…I am always curious about what he might have thought of it. I found it very inspiring as a young adult (performing as Gloria Steinem) and then again in the “My Vagina Was a Village” in my late 20s…but…it was never as powerful as this evening. It was amazing watching my students watch, gasp, laugh and cry…I don’t know what they thought about seeing their professor say the word “cunt” a whole bunch…but…I loved watching them…I loved that many of them were brave enough to stand up and let the world know that they are a survivor of violence…my heart had a lot of “feels” tonight (as they would say)…
The yoga series has been hard the past two nights because my own vagina is a hot mess (due to menstrual pain and other sundry things that go along with my particular menstrual cycle) but…it has been nice to re-engage with thise series, albeit, I'm exhausted and in pain…
I would like to end tonight’s blog with an ode to the car my father gave me as a graduate school graduation gift… Her name was Grace. My friend Lou and I named her that when she didn’t kill us on a drive to Portland/Long Island, Maine, for a wedding…her name became another moment for me when I didn’t die from a crash with her not even three weeks after my father’s death, that should have resulted in a roll over, but…I heard his voice say, “Throw it in into neutral, steer into the slide, get off the hill, straighten out, push the breaks, get out of the car, you might have hit something that will cause it to blow up…stop crying…” The car didn’t blow up, I didn’t stop crying, but…I didn’t die…
A moment of kindness (or a moment of grace – that I didn’t deserver) came two months later when my Dad’s good friend Cort drove the 4 hours down and the 4 hours back to Idaho with my car, in the hopes that one day I would be able to revive her…but…it hasn’t happened…my brother sold her last week for a mere $500…it will help his family with their new home and anything else they may need. She gave me a lot of grace in her time with me, but she left our family leaving a pittance of grace that will help out my brother’s growing family. I will miss that car…and I miss the man who gave it to me…
Timer on…
So…I wrote a brief response for Day 55, letting everyone know that I couldn't type at home because the land of broadband in lame…
Day 56, I did last night but didn’t type because it was after midnight by the time I finished and I was done…so…I thought…I got through it…I’ll type something up later…
But today I will write…
Today I performed in THE VAGINA MONOLGUES. I was the infamous “Cunt” monologue. It is powerful to be a part of such an event at a college, again. It is a lot of fun to watch the audience watch this production. My father never saw this production, but…I am always curious about what he might have thought of it. I found it very inspiring as a young adult (performing as Gloria Steinem) and then again in the “My Vagina Was a Village” in my late 20s…but…it was never as powerful as this evening. It was amazing watching my students watch, gasp, laugh and cry…I don’t know what they thought about seeing their professor say the word “cunt” a whole bunch…but…I loved watching them…I loved that many of them were brave enough to stand up and let the world know that they are a survivor of violence…my heart had a lot of “feels” tonight (as they would say)…
The yoga series has been hard the past two nights because my own vagina is a hot mess (due to menstrual pain and other sundry things that go along with my particular menstrual cycle) but…it has been nice to re-engage with thise series, albeit, I'm exhausted and in pain…
I would like to end tonight’s blog with an ode to the car my father gave me as a graduate school graduation gift… Her name was Grace. My friend Lou and I named her that when she didn’t kill us on a drive to Portland/Long Island, Maine, for a wedding…her name became another moment for me when I didn’t die from a crash with her not even three weeks after my father’s death, that should have resulted in a roll over, but…I heard his voice say, “Throw it in into neutral, steer into the slide, get off the hill, straighten out, push the breaks, get out of the car, you might have hit something that will cause it to blow up…stop crying…” The car didn’t blow up, I didn’t stop crying, but…I didn’t die…
A moment of kindness (or a moment of grace – that I didn’t deserver) came two months later when my Dad’s good friend Cort drove the 4 hours down and the 4 hours back to Idaho with my car, in the hopes that one day I would be able to revive her…but…it hasn’t happened…my brother sold her last week for a mere $500…it will help his family with their new home and anything else they may need. She gave me a lot of grace in her time with me, but she left our family leaving a pittance of grace that will help out my brother’s growing family. I will miss that car…and I miss the man who gave it to me…