Friday, September 28, 2007

My Albatross is an Empty Box

I floated out to a new world
on a paddle boat of excuses
lashed together with an inability to let go
made buoyant by an impenetrable arms length
of bubble wrap, wax and
imaginary kittens kept around another's heart.
I adjusted my sail
made out of the sensitive skin
shed when the rest flew away
stretched across the bones
which promised they would support my every move
they still do

The new land is green blue
brown and red
varied
lush
providing me with all I need
with promises never to live up to my expectations

Time stops for a moment as I contemplate
and appreciate my mode travel
I see it for its good and change
what I have made it into- loving it all the same
I launch my skiff into the largest
swiftest river
screaming with passion and joy at the newness and danger of it all
and look forward

My home is on the river.


LJS
09-28-07

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Mmm, Phishy Phish!

Phish vs The Grateful Dead: I was too busy listening to Industrial music and carving a trench in my soul, to get into the dead when they were touring. I never saw them live, so I do not have that most pure experience to reference. Recently I took the time to open my mind and ears to both Jam Bands. I like Phish better. If you are the type of person to tell me that my personal taste in music is inappropriate, or even heresy, I am pretty sure Jerry himself would tell you to ef off. Music is experienced differently by everyone, and I'll be damned if I pretend I like something better, just because it is trendy.
09-19-2007

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Is that the Acid or just the Autism?

Well meaning ass holes constantly approach his mother in public comment on what they view as her obvious lack of parenting skills. What kind of kid throws himself on the floor in public, right? He does not look like a special needs person so it must be her fault, right? Funny how they never care enough to engage in an actual conversation. Then they would have to see the error in their judgemental ways and apologize. This blows my mind, and gives me pause. I think a bit more before I scowl at folks with loud or differently behaving children.

While his lack of empathy is the source of so many misunderstandings in his life in this instance it allows him a greater freedom.

I recently found the perfect dance partner in this Autistic child. I am used to rocking out in my own special way, but Zachary has brought so much joy into my life with his particular brand of choppy movement. His signature move is a series of downward robotic homeboy slices. No matter the size of the crowd or lack of fellow dancers, he always agrees to dance, or even asks me. He dances in earnest, in his own private world, which I am gifted in sharing. Zachary truly embraces the joy of the dance in a way that acid droppers nation wide can only dream of. I am secretly his understudy.

09-01-2007