A good numbers day today: One eleven nested between two twelve’s and tomorrow will be a great numbers day: 12/12/12. Beautiful!
We had a fun time at the Ozomatli concert this past weekend.
It was a busy day of errands and then the night brought great music and
dancing. It was crowded and the floor vibrated. Most of the audience was
somewhere in their twenties to forties, but there was one Latin couple that
caught our eyes. They must have been in their 60s and boy could they dance. The
man had the rhythm in his bones and his hips and body moved all night. His wife
was a bit more reserved, like me, but she couldn’t help but let the music pull
her into motion. They weren’t dancing as a couple, as most everyone moved to
the rhythms on their own, with the exception of one young man in front of me
who danced with a few ladies. A good vibe the whole night, and I was up way
past my bedtime and had a few more drinks than usual, which was still not much.
The following morning we went over to help my significant
other’s cousin and her husband help prepare for his godson, Little A’s, (my
writing nickname for him) third birthday party. It was a Mickey Mouse themed
party, so we helped with decorations: cutting Mickey ears for pin the ear on
Mickey and other creative decorations that his cousin had planned. Everything
turned out really nice. Her husband cooked yummy treats at the barbeque. While
I was working on wrapping red and black plastic silverware in cute red napkins
with white dots, I was also playing with Little A. He also wanted to help, so I
found ways that he could assist me, whether it was taking the ribbon I had cut
and placing it on the table or unraveling the ribbon. We had to keep him
preoccupied while his parent’s worked on decorating his downstairs playroom
without him seeing it.
He wanted to go in there, but then he settled into the
family room with me, until he decided that he needed tools. I heard him asking
his parents if he could go downstairs to get his tools. They told him now was
not a good time and I could hear that he started getting frustrated and his
father had told me about an hour back that Little A. was responsive to me, so I
instinctively went in the kitchen with a plastic fork and knife in hand and
said, “Little A., I think we can use these as tools, look, I think these will
work,” and I started to walk toward the other room, while his parents said,
“That’s a good idea.” And Little A. seemed to think so too, so we were back to
working on decorations and “playing.”
Time went by really fast and we needed every minute of the
four hours it took for everyone to get everything in order before the guests
would arrive. When Little A. saw his playroom, he was so excited that he let
out a scream and was jumping up and down. Mickey Mouse images were everywhere
and balloons and presents—all nicely laid out and organized.
In late November I finished the last of the Harry Potter
books. I had stopped at a certain point in the last book. I cried at what Harry
learned in his final view into the Pensieve and the question that loomed in my
mind about this particular professor and the greater truth was answered. I
didn’t want the story to end, so after I cried, I set the book aside for
several days and possibly a week, not ready for the end. I could have easily
continued reading, but all good things must come to an end and so it did and
now I am happy to have taken that journey, one that I may not have, but for
something pulled me in that direction in this year of 2012 in the month of
Because of my experience with the Harry Potter books, I knew
that my next book(s) would have to be special, to hold some meaning for me even
before embarking on their page’s journey. So that brought me to my favorite
author, Hermann Hesse. I have begun The Glass Bead Game several times
over the long years. I was not ready each of those times. Now, though, I felt
more ready than ever and so I began from the beginning again and I’m almost
finished. I actually did finish the story itself and am now reading the last
part within this fictional biography, the fictional posthumous writings of
Joseph Knecht. It’s a story that I am still contemplating. It’s deep and
beautiful and I relate in so many ways as far as the questions, self-discovery,
inner/outer knowledge, sense of freedom, and inability to name the nameless.
I also restarted a biography of Hermann Hesse, but have put
that aside for the time being. I had also been reading Dante Alighieri’s The
Inferno over the years, which I finally finished and am ready to move onto The
Purgatorio. What brought me back to Dante is a book that popped into my
memory that I had learned about from a schoolmate at least six or seven years
ago. The book is called Dante’s Path: A Practical Approach to Achieving
Inner Wisdom by Bonney Gulino Schaub, R.N. and Richard Schaub, Ph.D. I’m
about halfway through this book and appreciate how the authors shed light on
Dante’s works from a practical healing perspective. I am enjoying and
benefiting from this book.
I tuned into a lecture series on the iTunesU about death.
The course explores death from a philosophical perspective. I listened to the
introductory lecture and found the instructor to be quite entertaining. I tried
to listen to the second lecture one evening in bed—bad idea. Not only did I
fall asleep, but also I was in an awkward position and made a strange breathing
noise as thought I was chocking that made my significant other come in and ask
if I was alright. I heard the noise I made and it had actually woken me. I
looked up and the lecture had stopped. I haven’t listened since, but hope that
I can find a pocket of time to tune in because I have always had a fascination
with death and was happy to see a course on it—from a purely philosophical
Along the lines of death…I have also come back to José
Saramago’s Death with Interruptions.
I picked it up at the library about a year ago or maybe it wasn’t even that
long. In any case, I didn’t get a chance to finish it at the time, and the
premise caught my imagination: What exactly would happen if everyone stopped
dying one day? This is my first José Saramago book and I don’t know if his
writing style is the same with regard to punctuation in this book as in his
others, but I’ve had to just move ahead and not worry about the fact that there
are no quotation marks for dialogue; that there are many many commas and not
enough periods for my taste; and I don’t think I’ve spied any semicolons. I’ve
found that I have to flow through the words in a way that I’m not used to when
reading a novel.
A book that I started several weeks ago, before I started
reading the Harry Potters, is The Writing Class: A Novel by Jincy
Willet. I thought it sounded fun and it was, but I couldn’t get back into it
after HP. It’s a murder mystery. I did enjoy it while I was reading it, so I
hope to finish it, since I’m so close.
Another fun book that I found on the new shelves of the
library is The Seven Spiritual Laws of Superheroes: Harnessing Our Power to
Change the World by Deepak Chopra with Gotham Chopra. I need to get back to
this one. It’s always interesting to hear what Chopra is up to in his books.
And so, I am back to dipping in and out of books, and at the
same time trying to find one larger work that will hold my attention and pull
me through, while also finding others and others finding me, as usual.
I hope that today is a Tasty Tuesday and I do mean that both
literally and figuratively.