13 September 2012
Things I Must Admit Out Loud Today
1. I like Twitter. Who knew! (@WriteLoud that's me)
2. I'm thrilled that I can reach so much further due to yoga and no longer need a backscratching apparatus. Totally alleviates anger. I've got 360 degree Zen,
Scarred for life by vegetation yet again... jeez.
Peace & Produce,
Keri
2. I'm thrilled that I can reach so much further due to yoga and no longer need a backscratching apparatus. Totally alleviates anger. I've got 360 degree Zen,
3. I'm still scared about what the immediate future holds...but looking forward to it at the same time.
4. I am really really ready for this break week. If only to be more productive elsewhere. The last 11 weeks made me insane...well more than usual...
SHARON!!!!
5. Once I know I have all this time to write I don't want to do anything else. This is a very VERY good thing.
I guess that's all for now, but all good things now that it's time to decompress and reevaluate. Oh I almost forgot one!
6. The tomatoes in our garden are so sweet I ate one like an apple with salt on it yesterday--holy freaking YUM! That is so unlike me and I love it.
On that insomniac note! G'nite All! Whatever you do Do NOT Google "tomato" and "bite" together. Scarred for life by vegetation yet again... jeez.
Peace & Produce,
Keri
12 September 2012
The End in Sight
Just popping in to say that even when super stressed out after a long day of plagiarism grading and highway driving, it's always nice to come home to my favorite smiles. Or smile and mush I guess ;-)
Having a rough day? It's Wednesday after 5 and I've hugged my dogs for quite a while so yep I know how you feel. Hang in there!
And hug your dogs it's better than Valium ... Or at least is calming for the moment.
Having a rough day? It's Wednesday after 5 and I've hugged my dogs for quite a while so yep I know how you feel. Hang in there!
And hug your dogs it's better than Valium ... Or at least is calming for the moment.
10 September 2012
Isn’t it Ironic?
Isn’t it Ironic?
Thoughts for a Monday afternoon. Enjoy with chamomille like I am!
Thoughts for a Monday afternoon. Enjoy with chamomille like I am!
Calm Quiet Still
&
Pages,
Keri
Monday Monday
So because I did so much yoga last week, I ended up exhausted and really calm. Thus, really productive, which made me realize that I was neglecting this page--not cool. So here is something to think about till tomorrow when I return with more to say at a time that I have slept more and am not babbly.
Some ladies kick ass: http://indiereader.com/2012/08/women-on-top-indie-rising-stars/
I get some serenity: http://indiereader.com/2012/09/om-manifesto/
AND A NEW PAPER WEIGHTS IS COMING TOMORROW SO GO TO INDIE READER AS SOON AS YOU AWAKEN! Shameless plug I know, but really I just can't help myself at 2am.
And school has started so 3pm traffic sucks again! Boo to that:
But yay to this: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/02/books/review/junot-diaz-by-the-book.html?pagewanted=all which is out on Tuesday (god am I excited!)
And sleep well world I adore you all.
Triptophan & Ink,
Keri
Some ladies kick ass: http://indiereader.com/2012/08/women-on-top-indie-rising-stars/
I get some serenity: http://indiereader.com/2012/09/om-manifesto/
AND A NEW PAPER WEIGHTS IS COMING TOMORROW SO GO TO INDIE READER AS SOON AS YOU AWAKEN! Shameless plug I know, but really I just can't help myself at 2am.
And school has started so 3pm traffic sucks again! Boo to that:
But yay to this: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/02/books/review/junot-diaz-by-the-book.html?pagewanted=all which is out on Tuesday (god am I excited!)
And sleep well world I adore you all.
Triptophan & Ink,
Keri
04 September 2012
Beginnings and Endings
As I board my train into Manhattan in the last full week of commuting to Brooklyn I'm sporting a huge grin even though it looks like rain. Knowing you are in the home stretch of something anxiety inducing is an immensely positive feeling. As for Brooklyn I should mention its irony.
My parents hail from Bay Ridge and Bensonhurst and came to Staten Island and made me. So as a kid I spent plenty of time on the stoops of Brooklyn and I loved it.
There is a just right feeling that parallels my memories of dentist visits on Bay Parkway and shopping at Century 21. The thought of ice cream at Hinsch's and preteen babble with my mom and Aunt Mary brings a twinge of happiness and a fond recollection of Kings County. I have no hate for Brooklyn itself. Only familial love.
The past couple years have been rocky for me...well maybe mountain and boulders are more apt. But in the face of nonsensical adversities that lie behind me now, I've learned a great deal about what I can and can't endure. All the stress and resulting hospitalization and medications have given me a boost if they've given me anything at all.
A lot of people might have just given an eye roll to that last paragraph or maybe someone exhaled in frustration but I gotta say it's likely due to their own discontent. One of the things I've learned that has been most valuable has hit me between the eyes twofold.
Part one: we can't control what the universe has in store for us but we can certainly purge our lives of any negative influences that do more harm than good.
Part two: when we are unhappy with our own lives, whether we mean to or not, we can not fully have joy for others. This little nugget leads to lots of anger, disdain for that which we don't comprehend, and most commonly: MISUNDERSTANDING.
When you have a moment of clarity it usually deserves capitals... But sorry if my YAWP hurt your ears.
Anyway I'm thinking that this may be the best train ramble I've had in a while, and although I'd love to make more, I have a book to write ad therefore won't be on nearly as many trains. (giggling with freakin glee)
So I think what I want to close with is a wish for everyone to go through a great deal of stuff that makes you wonder what your purpose is. Does that sound awful or what? Ha! I guess what I mean is that when you climb out of that murky lake of discontent you appreciate the everyday joy even more.
That sounds nicer, but I wholeheartedly endorse both sentiments. In order to get to the good, you need to climb through the crap. But keep climbing because there is clarity at the peak of the crap I promise!
Not what I thought would come out but you get the drift--don't give up because the hard work you do pays off in the end (or next chapter in this case)
Amen!
Now go sit in that cubicle that gives you screenface every day, or work with the children that make you cry as you travel home from frustration. Serve the customers you can not stand and get into the clothes you feel like burning.
Take your significant other's advice in a new light. Love your families extra when you want to slap them and smile when you think your child is going to put you over the edge.
These are everyday examples of stuff we have to deal with, but guess what? If we don't deal with our own baggage first, we should NOT offer to carry anyone else's to the gate.
I'm approaching Penn Station with a new lease on life today and as I like to say, prepared to live the shit out o it. Go do the same, you'll thank me I swear it.
Peace and Press Reset
Keri
My parents hail from Bay Ridge and Bensonhurst and came to Staten Island and made me. So as a kid I spent plenty of time on the stoops of Brooklyn and I loved it.
There is a just right feeling that parallels my memories of dentist visits on Bay Parkway and shopping at Century 21. The thought of ice cream at Hinsch's and preteen babble with my mom and Aunt Mary brings a twinge of happiness and a fond recollection of Kings County. I have no hate for Brooklyn itself. Only familial love.
The past couple years have been rocky for me...well maybe mountain and boulders are more apt. But in the face of nonsensical adversities that lie behind me now, I've learned a great deal about what I can and can't endure. All the stress and resulting hospitalization and medications have given me a boost if they've given me anything at all.
A lot of people might have just given an eye roll to that last paragraph or maybe someone exhaled in frustration but I gotta say it's likely due to their own discontent. One of the things I've learned that has been most valuable has hit me between the eyes twofold.
Part one: we can't control what the universe has in store for us but we can certainly purge our lives of any negative influences that do more harm than good.
Part two: when we are unhappy with our own lives, whether we mean to or not, we can not fully have joy for others. This little nugget leads to lots of anger, disdain for that which we don't comprehend, and most commonly: MISUNDERSTANDING.
When you have a moment of clarity it usually deserves capitals... But sorry if my YAWP hurt your ears.
Anyway I'm thinking that this may be the best train ramble I've had in a while, and although I'd love to make more, I have a book to write ad therefore won't be on nearly as many trains. (giggling with freakin glee)
So I think what I want to close with is a wish for everyone to go through a great deal of stuff that makes you wonder what your purpose is. Does that sound awful or what? Ha! I guess what I mean is that when you climb out of that murky lake of discontent you appreciate the everyday joy even more.
That sounds nicer, but I wholeheartedly endorse both sentiments. In order to get to the good, you need to climb through the crap. But keep climbing because there is clarity at the peak of the crap I promise!
Not what I thought would come out but you get the drift--don't give up because the hard work you do pays off in the end (or next chapter in this case)
Amen!
Now go sit in that cubicle that gives you screenface every day, or work with the children that make you cry as you travel home from frustration. Serve the customers you can not stand and get into the clothes you feel like burning.
Take your significant other's advice in a new light. Love your families extra when you want to slap them and smile when you think your child is going to put you over the edge.
These are everyday examples of stuff we have to deal with, but guess what? If we don't deal with our own baggage first, we should NOT offer to carry anyone else's to the gate.
I'm approaching Penn Station with a new lease on life today and as I like to say, prepared to live the shit out o it. Go do the same, you'll thank me I swear it.
Peace and Press Reset
Keri
03 September 2012
Last Day before School
This morning I awoke to whispered excitement "It's the last day before school" and I realized the joy that used to arrive with fresh pens and notebooks and new jeans and sneaks. Excited to catch up with friends we hadn't seen all summer, we would race down the three blocks to school that seemed like miles and miles. Two little cuties are watching Judy Moody with smiles aplenty and new backpacks perched beside the door.
Remembering days of yearning to learn anew I grinned back and snuggled up to enjoy one more day of down time. I know I relish these long weekends as I sit on the other side of the desk.
Creating syllabi and stashing essentials in a to do pile, I grade essays aplenty from my summer classes and am glad that kids still want to start again. The vitality of expectation is a beautiful thing.
Remembering days of yearning to learn anew I grinned back and snuggled up to enjoy one more day of down time. I know I relish these long weekends as I sit on the other side of the desk.
Creating syllabi and stashing essentials in a to do pile, I grade essays aplenty from my summer classes and am glad that kids still want to start again. The vitality of expectation is a beautiful thing.
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