Thursday, April 21, 2005
Breathe & Stop
So What! I played hookie from class today.
Actually I went in and informed my professor that I had personal matters to attend to and that my presence was only for the midterm. If she wished she could completely mark me absent and I would be going on my way, carrying on strangely. So I proceeded to go snatch my seed up super early from school at normal end-of-schoolday time. You know the time them stay at home mothers put their1.5 kids in the double seated running stroller and jog to school to pick up their rugrat. Yeah like 3:30. I decided today that all work and no breathing time leaves a batty sistah who is sleep deprived, addicted to most legal substances that end in "ine", fiending for that which is green, heavily deprived, over worked under paid, "A" grade stalkin, speed walking, road rage prone, clutter minded, super stress'd heffa. SO, it was of paramount importance that I snatch my mini me, Afeni in training, youngun up and be totally irrisponsible for anything for bout 3 hours. The waser was cold. The gulls weren't bum rushing. There were 2 crazy white grrrls in bikini's (no it aint that hot yet. But the breeze was just right, and the salted air was the perfect remedy for the allergies I've been having due to the pollen that is so thinck in the Savannah air that it is a think yellow coat of dust on your car the day after you wash it. Ahhh I could breathe. I traced my ideas for my next project in the sand working out lines and values in my imagination. Z explored all kind of dead crustacians and jellyfish. I just stopped and listen to the shore, lost focus in the waves. Gatdamn I needed that.
But driving home I started thinking about the rivers and mountains I grew up in. I miss them as much if not more than Ive been missing the beach over the past 6 months. I use to extract the same tranquility with hikes and orienteering (look it up fool). I miss my conversations with the Hudson River. I miss the peaks, cause this whole low country I live in seem like a perpetual valley with no rise in sight some days. I miss my big back pack and campfires...sheet my tent is posted in my room on the farm. I do not know these woods here in the durrty souf. Dang today I even missed the trees of Bainbridge Island, WA. Their sullen posture yet erect technicolor vivaciousness. I was missing blackberries and 70ft canopies. Big rocks and boulders. Bushwacking off a trail, just cause you know its shorter. Damn where are the caves and waterfalls. I wanted to see a creek filled with snowmelt run off. I wanted to sit on my peak and talk to God.
I love my beach, don't get it twisted. I realized today that I have to make it my business to get to my mountains.
I think they miss
me.
notesofgranolagrrl.
So What! I played hookie from class today.
Actually I went in and informed my professor that I had personal matters to attend to and that my presence was only for the midterm. If she wished she could completely mark me absent and I would be going on my way, carrying on strangely. So I proceeded to go snatch my seed up super early from school at normal end-of-schoolday time. You know the time them stay at home mothers put their1.5 kids in the double seated running stroller and jog to school to pick up their rugrat. Yeah like 3:30. I decided today that all work and no breathing time leaves a batty sistah who is sleep deprived, addicted to most legal substances that end in "ine", fiending for that which is green, heavily deprived, over worked under paid, "A" grade stalkin, speed walking, road rage prone, clutter minded, super stress'd heffa. SO, it was of paramount importance that I snatch my mini me, Afeni in training, youngun up and be totally irrisponsible for anything for bout 3 hours. The waser was cold. The gulls weren't bum rushing. There were 2 crazy white grrrls in bikini's (no it aint that hot yet. But the breeze was just right, and the salted air was the perfect remedy for the allergies I've been having due to the pollen that is so thinck in the Savannah air that it is a think yellow coat of dust on your car the day after you wash it. Ahhh I could breathe. I traced my ideas for my next project in the sand working out lines and values in my imagination. Z explored all kind of dead crustacians and jellyfish. I just stopped and listen to the shore, lost focus in the waves. Gatdamn I needed that.
But driving home I started thinking about the rivers and mountains I grew up in. I miss them as much if not more than Ive been missing the beach over the past 6 months. I use to extract the same tranquility with hikes and orienteering (look it up fool). I miss my conversations with the Hudson River. I miss the peaks, cause this whole low country I live in seem like a perpetual valley with no rise in sight some days. I miss my big back pack and campfires...sheet my tent is posted in my room on the farm. I do not know these woods here in the durrty souf. Dang today I even missed the trees of Bainbridge Island, WA. Their sullen posture yet erect technicolor vivaciousness. I was missing blackberries and 70ft canopies. Big rocks and boulders. Bushwacking off a trail, just cause you know its shorter. Damn where are the caves and waterfalls. I wanted to see a creek filled with snowmelt run off. I wanted to sit on my peak and talk to God.
I love my beach, don't get it twisted. I realized today that I have to make it my business to get to my mountains.
I think they miss
me.
notesofgranolagrrl.
