My writing, my sharing is based on honesty, personal story and perspective, and the general state of affairs that I am attuned to. However, sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t share too much. There is something to be said for keeping peace with privacy, mostly for others that are part of your circle. I don’t have the right to tell their story. I also want to tell stories that can reach people, connect people, and help others feel that they are not alone.
What happened last week (p.s. I started this on Monday. Then stopped, waited a week an now it is September 19th. We are dealing with smoke from forest fires and I am exhausted. So here we are.)
Although the end of Summer is around September 21, there has been a slow transition. Students are back in school, streets that were once a little quiet are now alive with young people (it’s great, I love the vibe). It’s a different energy, and different exhale.
We were fooled, I thought we were about to live our best Summer/Fall life and then the smoke from forest fires descended upon us, for the next week. It looks like it is perpetually cloudy, but that is smoke. It looks cool outside but it’s hot. The heat is trapped with no reprieve.
Sunday, after an outdoor outing, I came home, took a shower and laid in bed at 6:30pm. I slept for four hours. Answered my phone and then laid back down until 8:30 the next morning. It was hard to fall back asleep. I was ruminating on aging parents, aging in general, the incompetencies of government institutions, the whole gamut.
Yesterday I went to my doctor to get something for my right ear. It is inflamed inside. Mostly because I cannot stop touching it. It has become a nervous tic of sorts.
I had a workout on Tuesday and had little left in my tank. That is how I have been feeling this week.
Our PM is in our city this week/last week. I have to say, among ALL the world politics and shenanigans, he has become a beacon of positivity and grace.
I want to throw my phone away and all the social media and all the divisionism that is has created.
I received my order of Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book All the Way to the River, I have been listening to podcasts with her talking about it: Reclaiming with Monica Lewinsky, next up Rich Roll. I had initial thoughts, but I want to finish the book before I weigh in. Elizabeth Gilbert is a beautiful writer, and this particular subject is raw, deep and emotional.
Tonight as I sit and reflect with my guy across the table who is writing too, life is a series of disruptions and interruptions. I’ll take them ALL — the good and the not-so-great.
I started in-person yoga again on Tuesday nights. It feels good to immerse into a familiar community.
This past week my mom and I saw Noah Reid at the Meyer Horowitz Theatre. It was a beautiful concert.
I am on this kick of amazing male vocal musicians and I might put a playlist together for you all to enjoy.
Thanks for your patience. Goodbye to timelines and hello to when-I-feel-moved-to-share moments. Tonight was one of them.
I love you all. Love your people. Love the world. Stay off social media and listen to more music.
ELLASAID
beautiful concert with Noah!