adventures of a belly dancing acupuncturist

This started as a travelogue to Turkey in the fall '05 so that I wouldn't have to send multiple emails and postcards. I'm still adding anecdotes as I remember them, but it's morphing into a "rant to the ether" spot. Stay, or go. This is my bit of space to do with what I wish.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

mourning and escapism

were the activities on the agenda this weekend.

Mourning for others, reminiscing about others, clears up the inner eye - bringing up the 'who am I really' thoughts, what am I holding on to that I am not letting go of, who do I want to be.

In my 20s, traveling in Asia and consumed by grad school, it was much easier to grow out of teenage interests. As a late 30something with more time than money or energy, I default to the interests that I have long ago outgrown. It's easy, even tho it doesn't serve me and doesn't necessarily interest me either. And then there are interests that it is tough to muster up the energy for.

Memorial services are not really for those who've died, are they. They are a reality check for the living - an intervention, and opportunity to revise, and revamp if one chooses to use it as such. But how many do so?

Monday, August 06, 2007

Enough death already

It started 2 1/2 weeks ago. My grandmother went into the hospital with sepsis, she lasted a week. The same night one of the original acupuncturists in Colorado had 2 strokes and he was gone by the end of the weekend. There have been a bunch of high profile deaths and friends are relating stories of friends of friends or acquaintances passing.

Earlier tonight I got an email from a colleague I've not been in touch with much but recently reconnected with and was happy to be in touch with as she began her life as a mother. The baby, a 6 week old boy, died of SIDS yesterday.

Enough already.