Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Nine
1. 3:30. Forgot to turn off the airport alarm.
2. Coffee from the lobby and quick walk around the grounds. Overcast skies and big peach-colored roses.
3. Fremont Diner for a good biscuit with sweet marmalade and scrambled eggs and bacon. And Coffee. I finally get a chance to do a photo booth.
4. Flowers.
5. We walk the square. Plump ducks with feathers I wish I could pick. My eyes search the grounds for loose ones I might be able to stick in my pocket.
6. A big salad and an Arnold Palmer. So much sun.
7. Here. The ranch is just as beautiful as I remembered it to be. It always is.
8. Deeply grateful for all that’s to come.
9. So sweaty.
10. Delirium has set in after a long day. Laughter and sleep.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Seven
1. The colors of this morning's sky: peach and lavender and lemon and sky blue. I'm reminded of rainbow sherbet.
2. The blooms from yesterday's floral workshop are so fragrant. I think it might just be the eucalyptus.
3. Waffles toasted in the oven and bacon and coffee. I sit next to the big kid at the island.
4. She’s pouting again because there isn’t any prosciutto.
5. Meal plan + grocery list + grocery shopping + last minute supplies + sunshine + getting to talk to the woman at Michael’s about the retreat.
6. That feeling of almost being knocked over from gratitude.
7. Thought we were out of ink. Turned out we’re out of paper.
8. But the goal is to be in bed before 11 so that I’m not too tired on the plane.
9. He tells me that he’s excited for me and that we’re going to have fun and it feels good and affirming to be seen and loved.
10. Travel jitters.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Six
1. Slept in just long enough for it to feel good but not like my day has run away from me.
2. Coffee. Fruit Loops with flax milk. I think I like flax milk.
3. This corner of the gray linen sofa and the view from the window across from it. I see that the goose is back. He seems to travel alone and has made the wetlands behind the house his home.
4. On the way in I listen to the On Being episode with angel Kyoto williams and remember that I have half-read her book, Radical Dharma.
5. The shop is basically me boxed into 4 walls: white, green plants, heavy paper stock, Factured Goods brass spoons, succulents in tiny pots, and all the flowers.
6. My nerves quickly dissipate.
7. I layer eucalyptus and roses and some other plants that I can't yet name and wrap them in brown craft paper, tie them with a string. The brightness and slight sweetness of the flowery gin cocktail.
8. The drive home is not too long, but just long enough to tire me.
9. I leave in only 2 sleeps.
10. I needed a day like to day with so much alone time, with the sun, with flowers, with women and light chatter, with being present, with so much feeling like myself.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Five
1. Moody sky. The chatter of the tiny birds.
2. Cereal for breakfast. Luck Charms with flax milk.
3. I love getting children birthday gifts that are not the usual stuff. We pick out a pot, seeds for sweet pea flowers, gardening gloves, and a garden fairy.
4. I try to get a babysitter but remember that it's prom.
5. Emergent Strategy feels like the right read for right now as things begin to shift. Even the words I'm using in my head are changing. They are new words that I don't yet understand but trust that I already know. Learning and unlearning. Observing and honoring the patterns that appear.
6. "More precisely, where shame makes us freeze and try to get really small and invisible, pleasure invites us to move, to open, to grow." - Emergent Strategy
7. Me in between them under the white down, sunlight on my face, the sound of my own breathing.
8. Pizza and Nebbiolo. No mess to clean. Thin and crispy crust gives me pleasure. The acid in the wine gives me pleasure.
9. Pink nails.
10. A few hugs from friends in the old neighborhood. I wonder how good of an idea it is for us to still put in time to maintain these friendships. There is the sense that this is healthy and yet for all of us, each time there is a leaving of the old town or the familiar friend, the wound is once again revealed. How do we hold but a love for the old while engaging and building the new?
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Five
1. Moody sky. The chatter of the tiny birds.
2. Cereal for breakfast. Luck Charms with flax milk.
3. I love getting children birthday gifts that are not the usual stuff. We pick out a pot, seeds for sweet pea flowers, gardening gloves, and a garden fairy.
4. I try to get a babysitter but remember that it's prom.
5. Emergent Strategy feels like the right read for right now as things begin to shift. Even the words I'm using in my head are changing. They are new words that I don't yet understand but trust that I already know. Learning and unlearning. Observing and honoring the patterns that appear.
6. "More precisely, where shame makes us freeze and try to get really small and invisible, pleasure invites us to move, to open, to grow." - Emergent Strategy
7. Me in between them under the white down, sunlight on my face, the sound of my own breathing.
8. Pizza and Nebbiolo. No mess to clean. Thin and crispy crust gives me pleasure. The acid in the wine gives me pleasure.
9. Pink nails.
10. A few hugs from friends in the old neighborhood. I wonder how good of an idea it is for us to still put in time to maintain these friendships. There is the sense that this is healthy and yet for all of us, each time there is a leaving of the old town or the familiar friend, the wound is once again revealed. How do we hold but a love for the old while engaging and building the new?
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Four
1. All the robins and the birdsong of something sweet and small.
2. Sunrise coming up over the Meijer. An early morning run to the store for cereal and milk and just enough food for them to make a lunch.
3. I remember the piece Danielle LaPorte wrote about how much pizza would be a staple in the family's diet when a book deadline rolled around. This is how I'm feeling about life right now. This is a week with a lot of deadlines and a lot of laundry and a lot of meals that I don't feel like making.
4. In the basement I turn on Beyonce and lay out faux flowers on the table, find a paperclip to keep the candle from rolling around.
5. Compliance and Defiance.
6. I want to take a nap but I want to finish this even more.
7. Tonight, I just want to sleep.
8. In the mailbox are two books: Between The World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates and Emergent Strategy by Adrienne Maree Brown.
9. I tell her that I've been trying to figure out how to make her come out from hiding to use her powers. Because there's a younger generation that needs her wisdom.
10. I'm feeling the future.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Three
1. Thin white blanket over the greening grass.
2. Ranunculus in the windowsill, looking so soft and relaxed.
3. Light. Finally the light.
4. I move my work station around the house, from basement to kitchen to dining room to the boy's bedroom. Always searching for the light.
5. Cravings: bed, another season of Versailles, a large salad.
6. Eating instead: a cheeseburger, fries, a glass of Banshee Pinot Noir, crème brûlée, a cup of coffee.
7. Almost.
8. Because the ache and the knowing are too strong to ignore. I already know the changes that are to come.
9. Still awake.
10. I don't know why I'm turning on the t.v. I find The Twilight Zone and see that the next episode is one that I used to watch over and over and over again with my youngest when he was a toddler. I think of how we would nap in my bed after pre-school so that I could rest before we had to get the older kids to school. So much has changed and yet so much hasn't.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Three
1. Thin white blanket over the greening grass.
2. Ranunculus in the windowsill, looking so soft and relaxed.
3. Light. Finally the light.
4. I move my work station around the house, from basement to kitchen to dining room to the boy's bedroom. Always searching for the light.
5. Cravings: bed, another season of Versailles, a large salad.
6. Eating instead: a cheeseburger, fries, a glass of Banshee Pinot Noir, crème brûlée, a cup of coffee.
7. Almost.
8. Because the ache and the knowing are too strong to ignore. I already know the changes that are to come.
9. Still awake.
10. I don't know why I'm turning on the t.v. I find The Twilight Zone and see that the next episode is one that I used to watch over and over and over again with my youngest when he was a toddler. I think of how we would nap in my bed after pre-school so that I could rest before we had to get the older kids to school. So much has changed and yet so much hasn't.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Two
1. Clouds that look like mountains.
2. Birdsong.
3. Bacon and maybe eggs and toast made in the oven because the toaster is broken.
4. Today is for cleaning. For meeting her for lunch. For more cleaning. I need to get the wine off the wall.
5. This is how I show care.
6. The two of us sitting in the cafe, talking about living as a black woman, making friends as an adult black woman, wondering how we find other black women that are here, where we are, staying home and doing what we're doing while living in predominantly white spaces. How it can feel isolating. But at least we now know one another.
7. I grab 6 pre-made tiramisus and two bunches of orange and yellow ranunculus.
8. Everything feels tight.
9. This is all lesson in remembering to always honor the boundaries and to never allow for exceptions. That I do my best work when the container is solid and less permeable.
10. We watch the snow begin to fall, covering the grass and parts of the sidewalk. It's so pretty you almost forget to be mad about it.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-One
1. Why are they all down here?
2. There is not enough time for what needs to be done today.
3. The addition of peanut butter cups and English butter fudge should give everyone a pretty good indication of how I might be feeling. I know it's bad but it's also so good.
4. I call it self-absorption but maybe I've misdiagnosed. Maybe it really is just a personality difference that is not necessarily wrong but a way of being and seeing that feels too foreign for me to understand.
5. My experience with the doctor and her question is generating a lot of feedback which means that we women still struggle with worth and value.
6. I know that we say we value ourselves, but I wonder how large the gap is between believing it and then acting in life as if the belief is really true.
7. Head down and fingers moving madly to get this done in time. My desire to stay on schedule this week is as much about work as it is rest. I want to honor the days of rest I need before taking flight.
8. He tells me that someone got partially sucked out of an airplane window.
9. At Culver's we see teachers and familiar faces, they have friends, and once again I feel out of place and not a part of anything here.
10. I crack open the window but let in no breeze, only the low hum of passing cars on 34.
Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety
1. Not good sleep. Dreams too active.
2. I can tell from the light in the sky that there is snow on the ground—not much, but just enough.
3. One is upset because there is no salami and the other is upset because there is no prosciutto. Neither are satisfied by the turkey and ham that's still here and proceed to make their lunches with a frown.
4. This is not a good way to start the morning. "You make great potatoes," the little one says and that makes up for everything.
5. I drive almost 40 minutes to get there but it's so hard to find a doctor you like. We order up blood works, she tells me to start walking again and that she likes my philosophies on parenting and the news.
6. I sometimes think I'm going to fall asleep while I sit here in the car. Maybe it's because this is the one part of the day where I really take a moment to stop.
7. This time she's created scholarships for HBCUs.
8. I'm looking forward to a long summer in New Orleans where the burden of otherness is lifted for just a little while.
9. The fullness of this week.
10. Sometimes you just follow the signs.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Nine
1. Rain against the window. There is no light today.
2. My dreams were not lucid but I did start and stop, continually asking myself "Is this a dream?"
3. Granola with flax milk, blackberries, walnuts, and dried cranberries in the blue ceramic bowl that feels like California.
4. Cut the back out of the chicken, sprinkle liberally with Kosher salt before placing it back in the fridge for a dry brine. Fold 6 baskets of laundry. Feed them lunch.
5. The sky is still low and dark and every now and then I hear the sound of rain against the window. The basketball hoop has wiggled itself to the middle of the driveway again.
6. Rest.
7. I watch most of the performance at my computer in the basement, chin cupped in my palms.
8. I take notes. Pyramids, Nefertiti, yellow and black and white, purple, black fist, black panther, a honey bee.
9. I think of money and power and status. I think about the ills of capitalism but how participation in it grants you the ability to also subvert it in subtle and sometimes grand ways. How do we work within the current systems to effect the most change? Is it wrong to be paid to perform at a concert that is put on by a racist if some of the money you earn from that performance goes to pay for lawyers or bail out Black Lives Matter protesters or to rebuild homes in low-income neighborhoods ravaged by Hurricane Harvey?
10. It's getting close.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Nine
1. Rain against the window. There is no light today.
2. My dreams were not lucid but I did start and stop, continually asking myself "Is this a dream?"
3. Granola with flax milk, blackberries, walnuts, and dried cranberries in the blue ceramic bowl that feels like California.
4. Cut the back out of the chicken, sprinkle liberally with Kosher salt before placing it back in the fridge for a dry brine. Fold 6 baskets of laundry. Feed them lunch.
5. The sky is still low and dark and every now and then I hear the sound of rain against the window. The basketball hoop has wiggled itself to the middle of the driveway again.
6. Rest.
7. I watch most of the performance at my computer in the basement, chin cupped in my palms.
8. I take notes. Pyramids, Nefertiti, yellow and black and white, purple, black fist, black panther, a honey bee.
9. I think of money and power and status. I think about the ills of capitalism but how participation in it grants you the ability to also subvert it in subtle and sometimes grand ways. How do we work within the current systems to effect the most change? Is it wrong to be paid to perform at a concert that is put on by a racist if some of the money you earn from that performance goes to pay for lawyers or bail out Black Lives Matter protesters or to rebuild homes in low-income neighborhoods ravaged by Hurricane Harvey?
10. It's getting close.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Eight
1. Sleeping in but only just a little.
2. The winds are furious this morning, the sky is dark. Conditions are perfect for coffee and books in bed.
3. Donuts while I make a PDF of rules for electronics usage. These are good rules for myself as well. I'm always struggling with how to be present but not too present. How to use technology with intention and restraint, for real connection and inspiration, and not as a tool distraction.
4. I suggest that we go to the library. Both of us need new books. I get some more Octavia Butler, a book on lucid dreaming, and a few books on photography. She finds 3 novels for herself to read. In the book sale section we grab a cookbook of only desserts and an illustrated copy of Alice in Wonderland.
5. I flip open the book on Francesca Woodman and then find myself engulfed in the book for an hour examining her self-portraits and an essay on her life and her work. I am thinking many thoughts about conception and performance and youth and potential and what kind of conditions create the container for art.
6. Work.
7. The onions make me cry but the smell of them with the mushrooms and the garlic and the seasoning, then with the tomatoes and the wine.
8. "What would happen if the earth got sucked into a black hole?"
9. I think of how much I also used to like space. I am a lover of mysteries: space, the supernatural, the abandoned and the unimagined.
10. Oneironaut - A person who explores dream worlds.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Seven
1. The grayness is hanging around this morning. There should be rain today.
2. Three cups in the ceramic blue mug before leaving for the grocery store. I'm leaving later than usual and know that I will miss the little old man.
3. Goddess braids. That sounds and feels right.
4. I seem to have lost track of the day. This happens sometimes when there is much to do. I think it might also be a symptom of a lack of presence. How do we lose time? By losing ourselves?
5. She helps me go through the cookbooks to figure out what to make for tonight's dessert. We go through what's on the rack and then she spots Bouchon Bakery.
6. A simple chocolate chip cookie seems like the way to go. I have her read the recipe and then we gather the ingredients, get bowls. I tell her that we're going to practice mise en place and then I read to her the ingredients again and the amounts and we talk about fractions and how many scoop are needed to make 2/3.
7. I have forgotten to buy a present. I really am the worst at these kinds of things. One day I will be better.
8. Wine and laughter and chicken and salad and wine and more laughter. Gratitude at the table and the counter and the sofa.
9. And then suddenly it's midnight and you almost wish you could stay longer.
10. The kids go straight to their rooms, crawl into bed with their clothes still on. I open a window to let in the chill. There is almost no sound.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Six
1. I make scones per her request. Just a basic scone, sprinkled with sugar.
2. I 've lost track of time and start my coffee late. This happens when all three of them arrive at the island at the same time and there is to much talking and a lot of me being interrupted mid-process.
3. Interruptions. They will all be gone again today and I will have time for just myself.
4. The sun. And the warmth. Finally, a real taste of spring.
5. The white woman with the dreadlocks and glasses who never says hi to me when I come into the store. She welcomes everyone else who enters the store except me. I find it irritating and amusing the pieces of culture one chooses not to accept. I will probably never shop here again even though the other owners of this shop are friendly. But surely, there are other places for me to go.
6. And this is what I mean by feeling lonely.
7. I push out the thoughts.
8. Roasted tomatoes and garlic and pasta and focaccia. We lick the bowls clean and eat a few extra pieces of bread as the sun slips away.
9. She's helping me take out my braids. I think of how black this is—the doing one another's hair thing. How intimate of a practice it is. How I wish I was better at it.
10. I watch two more episodes of Versailles as I removed the rest of the braids. I will dream in French.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Five
1. I am not the first one up and this is my least favorite way to start a weekday morning.
2. This morning's sunrise reminds me of the desert: the colors look dusty and low. So today might be partly cloudy?
3. Robins at the back door searching.
4. He's forgotten his glasses again. He asks if I will go home and bring them to school for him. I say "no." I feel only a little guilty about this.
5. Thinking of ecosystems and how that translates into an every day life. If an ecosystem is about the network of interactions among organisms and between organisms and their environment, how can I create a better functioning exchange between myself and my family or friends or broader community? What does a healthy ecosystem look like for me?
6. Pomodoro technique for today's tasks. I had forgotten how effective it is for me.
7. He is gone for the afternoon which means I have the house to myself for just a few more hours. There is never enough quiet time.
8. I reattach the legs and worry for just a moment that I'm not strong enough to lift it on my own but I do and now it's almost done.
9. Reclamation of space.
10. I feel more like myself than I have in a very long time.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Four
1. I should really figure out what star or planet that is. I love when I see it twinkling in the dark morning sky.
2. At the end of the dream I watched a fish being caught. Not just any fish, but a big fish—the kind they catch on the big boats out on in the sea and I said to myself, "maybe it's time to become a vegetarian."
3. I offer to make him bacon so he can have a BLT for lunch.
4. I take a bite of the bacon and wonder what it would be like if I did become a vegetarian. Really, what would it be like if I made a lot more new and hard choices based on the information I already know.
5. Tuesdays. It feels like forever since we've sat together but it's only been a week.
6. The hours are dripping.
7. I have just enough time to eat last night's leftovers, fold a few baskets of laundry and watch one episode of Versailles.
8. Boys and baseballs.
9. Because some days you just need it to be easy there are tacos on Tuesdays.
10. I text her to say that I am feeling called toward work that is not the work I'm doing now. What shape does it take? How do I make it possible? How I do I make it so that the ones who need it most can have it?
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-Three
1. Something about the early morning sky doesn't look quite right and then I remember that the glow must be from snow that's fallen overnight.
2. The lawns are blanketed in snow and the streets are wet and this Monday morning feels soft.
3. I've forgotten to buy coffee again and so I'm settling for a cappuccino but it's not enough to keep the headache at bay.
4. Must drink more water.
5. We catch up on life for just a bit before we decide to get to work. Two weeks. Only two weeks.
6. The sleet continues. And I'm not even mad about it because it's Chicago and it's April and we all know good and well that it could snow in April, maybe even in May. I try to keep my eyes on the green.
7. Three mallards at the edge of yard, one female sandwiched between two males. We watch them waddle before they take flight.
8. Poetry in the pick-up lane. I read it over and over again and hear her voice in my head. I am listening.
9. I convince them one by one that they will like the squash. It's just like sweet potato, I say. Anything will taste good with bacon and onions.
10. The homework assignment is to write a poem with your family and this is my most favorite homework assignment. This one is going on the chalkboard wall.
Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty-One
1. The youngest one is laying on the floor, illuminated by the glow of the television screen.
2. The arrival of light.
3. We arrive and no one is there. I am frustrated but let it go. It's sunny, we're out together as a family, I'll find another $20 table.
4. Black Panther.
5. Why has it taken so long to have a movie that is full of whole characters - strong characters?
6. He helps me pick a bottle of Domaine Giacometti. A Patrimonio from Corsica. Something I've never had before.
7. I have yet to put a poem up on the chalkboard wall. I've been waiting for the very right one to find its way to me.
8. The relief that comes from knowing you now have access to better tools.
9. While limitations can often set the conditions for greater creativity, better tools allow for efficiency. And sometimes it's efficiency that matters most.
10. If images and words are what shape my reality, then what visions am I holding close? Whose words and what voice am I in communion with? What am I making and speaking into creation?