Day 15
Timer on…
Well, I got up early to make sure I accomplished this journey today because I knew I had a busy day and that I probably wouldn’t be able to get it completed tonight. I have to go to a presentation at a high school this morning to try and recruit more potential theater students. I get to see the Earth Angel, Molly, because my partner in crime Nick is arriving in Newark tonight (she lives 20 minutes away) and we have a dinner to get to right after he gets there with my boss, so…it’s going to be busy…
Anyway, things were interesting this morning…normally I’ve found that morning is worse that night because, usually, my mind is racing in the morning, and it’s hard to focus…whereas at night I’m content to just do the practice and let the thoughts come, when they come, but…I was up earlier than normal, so…I guess that shut off my active brain. Also, Garudasana (which has eluded me the past couple of days) was better than its ever been, and I’m not sure at all why… Anne Bogart, the famous theater director and theoretician of the theater technique Viewpoints, has a book ON DIRECTING where there’s a chapter about “Terror” and what to do with “terror”. This pose, lately, has “terrorized” me, but I jump into like Anne says one should, however, it has still eluded me. Today I was more tired than normal, and I don’t think I thought about the “terror” as much. We shall see how the journey continues with this particular pose.
Gus, petting break…He seems to think that when Daddy and I are at the computer that it’s time for him to get “love”. He’s probably right.
Alright, back to the writing, the timer is on, after all.
I had a thought about my favorite quote today. “Do people ever realize life as they live it, every every minute?” (From Thornton Wilder’s OUR TOWN, don’t judge, I think it’s a brilliant play…it just was thrust down too many young peoples’ throats, and they have no idea how brilliant it is with its subtlety and its deep simplicity…). Anyway, the thought I had was that I’m basically doing every pose in this series for a minute (69 Kapalabhati breaths take about a minute), and, therefore, I am practicing what Emily says in that quote every day for a little while. I have to be present for every minute to concentrate on the pose, the breathing, the chakras, and whatever else pops into my brain, in those moments…so…it excites me that I do “…realize life as [I] live it, every every minute…” for about an hour of every day. I think it is very hard to do that the whole day, but it is nice for an hour.
This got me to thinking if my Dad realized his life “…every every minute…” He worked from about 4 in the morning until 7-8PM at night, and then came home, ate, fell asleep in his chair while “watching” TV, and then would go to bed. During this time, he managed the animals, the wood stove, the chopping of the wood, etc. His day was filled with many tasks that required realization “every every minute” because he was a mechanic and his task required attention to detail. Chopping wood is not, particularly, something one could do passively. Building a fire and feeding the animals are also something that shouldn’t be done passively. His day makes me think about Chekhov’s characters that are always saying that they should learn how to work because work will give them purpose…but it also seems to me that work/purpose also forces one to realize life “every every minute”.
Well, that’s all for today, and I hope to keep this up while my partner in crime is here, but…I am human, we are all human, and we’re not perfect…
Timer on…
Well, I got up early to make sure I accomplished this journey today because I knew I had a busy day and that I probably wouldn’t be able to get it completed tonight. I have to go to a presentation at a high school this morning to try and recruit more potential theater students. I get to see the Earth Angel, Molly, because my partner in crime Nick is arriving in Newark tonight (she lives 20 minutes away) and we have a dinner to get to right after he gets there with my boss, so…it’s going to be busy…
Anyway, things were interesting this morning…normally I’ve found that morning is worse that night because, usually, my mind is racing in the morning, and it’s hard to focus…whereas at night I’m content to just do the practice and let the thoughts come, when they come, but…I was up earlier than normal, so…I guess that shut off my active brain. Also, Garudasana (which has eluded me the past couple of days) was better than its ever been, and I’m not sure at all why… Anne Bogart, the famous theater director and theoretician of the theater technique Viewpoints, has a book ON DIRECTING where there’s a chapter about “Terror” and what to do with “terror”. This pose, lately, has “terrorized” me, but I jump into like Anne says one should, however, it has still eluded me. Today I was more tired than normal, and I don’t think I thought about the “terror” as much. We shall see how the journey continues with this particular pose.
Gus, petting break…He seems to think that when Daddy and I are at the computer that it’s time for him to get “love”. He’s probably right.
Alright, back to the writing, the timer is on, after all.
I had a thought about my favorite quote today. “Do people ever realize life as they live it, every every minute?” (From Thornton Wilder’s OUR TOWN, don’t judge, I think it’s a brilliant play…it just was thrust down too many young peoples’ throats, and they have no idea how brilliant it is with its subtlety and its deep simplicity…). Anyway, the thought I had was that I’m basically doing every pose in this series for a minute (69 Kapalabhati breaths take about a minute), and, therefore, I am practicing what Emily says in that quote every day for a little while. I have to be present for every minute to concentrate on the pose, the breathing, the chakras, and whatever else pops into my brain, in those moments…so…it excites me that I do “…realize life as [I] live it, every every minute…” for about an hour of every day. I think it is very hard to do that the whole day, but it is nice for an hour.
This got me to thinking if my Dad realized his life “…every every minute…” He worked from about 4 in the morning until 7-8PM at night, and then came home, ate, fell asleep in his chair while “watching” TV, and then would go to bed. During this time, he managed the animals, the wood stove, the chopping of the wood, etc. His day was filled with many tasks that required realization “every every minute” because he was a mechanic and his task required attention to detail. Chopping wood is not, particularly, something one could do passively. Building a fire and feeding the animals are also something that shouldn’t be done passively. His day makes me think about Chekhov’s characters that are always saying that they should learn how to work because work will give them purpose…but it also seems to me that work/purpose also forces one to realize life “every every minute”.
Well, that’s all for today, and I hope to keep this up while my partner in crime is here, but…I am human, we are all human, and we’re not perfect…