On Friday I was part of an amazing reading for the latest edition of the Freiburg Review. It was held at the Museum of Contemporary Art, and we traveled throughout the exhibition listening to different readers as we went.
I read in front of this amazing piece.
And while I don’t think my reading was recorded, I will say that it was spectacular. The poem I read, Sîmir, is one of the most powerful things I have ever written, and to read it outloud was like an incantation. It didn’t hurt that it was also around the lunar eclipse time. [click to continue…]
After about six months of riding my bike to work 34 km every day(that’s 21 miles for you non-metric folks), my husband said to me, “Now, you’re a legit cyclist.” While I would say many of my friends would have called me that years ago, most of my friends don’t work in the bike industry, where the definition of a cyclist is much more rigid.
I have spent much of my adult life around people who had an inflexible view of who a cyclist was, from bike messengers without brakes (really?) to road cyclists who spend more on their bike than their car (really.) and mountain bikers who don’t get too riled up about anything except for maybe rude hikers.
Some of us can be real jerks ;)
It feels weird to suddenly belong to this group, mostly because I have been a point-A-to-B bike rider most of my life. Sure, I cycled across part of Finland once and rode to the French border to see the Tour de France come through a few years ago, but I have always been an amateur, a dabbler. But I do love riding – always have – so I’m wearing my badge with pride. [click to continue…]
I was out late on a Saturday night last weekend and saw a group setting up lawn chairs for their sober night out. There is apparently a group here in Freiburg that encourages people who it is possible to have fun on the weekend without drinking.
If I am ever downtown again, I will get the group’s info, because before I could head over there, I got into a discussion about how AA turns people off because it is all about Christianity. While this might be true in some groups, I was lucky enough to get sober in Santa Cruz, where it takes all kinds. I even went to a pagan AA group.
Because I worship trees, y’all.
But a higher power, or god or spirituality does play into the its message, and while AA might not be what I stuck with, spirituality certainly is a big part of why I got sober and why I stay lucid. I am over the moon to have been able to write about it awhile back on one of my favorite blogs, Mystic Medusa. If you get a chance, please head over and read The Non-Drinking Neptunian. [click to continue…]