a long conversation ensues in which much is bared but to little avail.
i tried the heart/head argument as well. don't think it worked...
the occasional wretched silence sits awkwardly. balls. oh well. onwards.
on an upnote:
i danced lastnight like, and i quote from my ramblings in celeste's journal, like a mother-fucker. and today, between the capoeira, the cycling to and fro, and said dance malarky, i am one most sore saint indeed.
i refuse to mope like a pubescent prat, intent on self-depricating despair.
makes for too much bad poetry if you ask me.
but its hard.
tibetan buddhist saying.
day 1. a man walks down a street and he falls down a hole that he did not see. he laments his falling: it hurt and he is alone and terrified, trapped as he is in this hole. eventually he climbs out of it.
day 2. the same man walks down the same street, and once again he falls down the hole. once more the fall hurts, and once more does the darkness scare him, but this time he knows how to climb out.
day 3. the man walks down the street, as before. this time he sees the hole, just before he falls in. he lands, hurt, but more than anything he berrates himself for his failing to avoid the hole. he realises that this is nobody's fault but his. he climbs out.
day 4. the same man walks down the street, and this time he sees the hole. he moves around it and makes his way to the end of the street, pleased with himself.
day 5. he walks down a different street.
make of this what you will...
"it is by will alone i set my mind in motion..."
x
i tried the heart/head argument as well. don't think it worked...
the occasional wretched silence sits awkwardly. balls. oh well. onwards.
on an upnote:
i danced lastnight like, and i quote from my ramblings in celeste's journal, like a mother-fucker. and today, between the capoeira, the cycling to and fro, and said dance malarky, i am one most sore saint indeed.
i refuse to mope like a pubescent prat, intent on self-depricating despair.
makes for too much bad poetry if you ask me.
but its hard.
tibetan buddhist saying.
day 1. a man walks down a street and he falls down a hole that he did not see. he laments his falling: it hurt and he is alone and terrified, trapped as he is in this hole. eventually he climbs out of it.
day 2. the same man walks down the same street, and once again he falls down the hole. once more the fall hurts, and once more does the darkness scare him, but this time he knows how to climb out.
day 3. the man walks down the street, as before. this time he sees the hole, just before he falls in. he lands, hurt, but more than anything he berrates himself for his failing to avoid the hole. he realises that this is nobody's fault but his. he climbs out.
day 4. the same man walks down the street, and this time he sees the hole. he moves around it and makes his way to the end of the street, pleased with himself.
day 5. he walks down a different street.
make of this what you will...
"it is by will alone i set my mind in motion..."
x
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We're about to start two evenings a week of capoeira. Some dude from Philly came by and as luck or something else would have it he enquired about booking one of our halls moments after a regular booking suddenly came to an end.
Celeste is hilarious ^^^
The service I run is low cost - 2-20 a weekly session. Thankfully I get paid independently of this income! But the client fees do largely off-set the admin and supervisor costs of the service.
I appear, once again, to be procrastinating. I need to get stuck into essay numero dos... waaaaaaaaa