POX
Things to do pass the time when they somehow, at age 33, caught the itchy chicken pox:
Learn to make paper stars. First I started out making just five-pointed ones, but 5 stars later I am on to 10 points and proud! Oh the measuring and cutting and folding….it has been so theraputic. My goal is to have each square of my ugly French doors covered with a star. The sun shines through and gives the illusion of stained glass. It takes an really accurate person to make one of these stars look good. I’m totally not, but it’s still fun.
Internet shop. So far I have purchased 6 books from amazon used books, 2 shirts from rock star mama as gifts, 2 scooters for Mia (bought 2 because I couldn’t make up my mind and will send the less good one back. haven’t received them yet) funky stripped over the knee knit socks that will be my staple this winter. One can of blackboard paint.
Learn to make astrology charts. Sorts figuring it out. Not to good yet, but ask me to make you one in a month or so.
Make enough play-dough to last a year. I have 3 big old yogurt containers full.
Paint every toe in the house a different color. Twice.
Develop entire community puppet theatre behind my couch. Each animal has developed quite interesting characters; from tiger trapeze artist, ducky midwife, hip-hop singin’ pig, to bear street peanut vendor.
Gain weight. I mean, if we have to stay home all day, we might as well bake.
Write lyrics for husbands songs. After years of him requesting this, I finally got the nerve to do it. I am on song number 3 and think I may have found something poetic, an expression I really am liking. I get to cut and paste all these amazing words I have been collecting collage them into emotion and image, and make them beat-i-ful. We are going to test some of them out tonight with a singer.
Pull many cards. Always a fan of tarot or other kinds of intuitive cards, I just a got a new deck (I snuck out…yup…I couldn’t take it. I covered my entire body and mouth up and headed to a metaphysical bookstore by my house and grabbed the first deck that spoke to me. They are called Soul Cards. They are amazing. For the first time, I am using cards that came with no book of interpretations, just eyes (all 3 of them) and intuitive guides, and gut reaction bring you to revealing an answer to a question. I slept with them under my pillow and I think my brain soaked them all in. They are truly beautiful.
Make drinks. Currently my friend Erin, (who came to rescue me from California and help me while I am homebound) is teaching me the art of Midnight Manhattan making. Haven’t felt well enough to drink one yet, but I think tonight may be the night. Typically, those drinks remind me of old men (my father-in-law drinks ‘em) but she promises me they will be as feminine as the color rose, topped with a cherry.
Clean. I can’t tell you if ever my cupboards have even been so organized. It’s glorious.
Obsessively search every surface and crevice on my children for pox. No signs yet, although the day I broke out Sula had 2, one on her nose and one on her back. They got big and red and by the end of the day they were just gone. No scab or anything. Was it the pox? I’ll never know. I mostly likely caught the pox from a vaccinated person which gave me this weird strain which could have given her an even stranger, milder strain. I hope not, because I don’t want her to have to go through what I have been as an adult.
Make shower curtains. Made a wild batik fabric shower curtain that involved no sewing at all.
Paint Painted my bathroom walls a color called Marsh green.
Intricately think about planning my move out of Phoenix. Will it be New Mexico? Washington State? Belize? One will never know, not even me.
Continue to collect images for my Vision Board. So far I have a wide array of images of places around the world, images of kids playing with chickens, horses and growing gardens. Music venues filled with lots of people. The words: Publish Book appear all over.
Watch Curious George too many times to count.
Learn to Fire Spin I am officially a student of the Poi; they are balls and streamers on chain and string and act like training wheels for fire spinning. It is the most exciting practice I have found as of late. It’s all in the wrist and creating a space for the fire to flow. Being obsessed with fire; or should I say revering it, respecting it, bowing down to it…I can’t wait until I can perfect the art of slowly and lovingly dancing with it. It is such a meditation. Every time I have seen a fire spinner I have felt like I was going to die if I didn’t learn how to do it. So I am psyched.
Book suggestions and movies greatly appreciated.
Peace.
