Never have I ever

There are so many things I want to do.

I've decided to do something about it.

It's time to stretch; broaden my horizons; push the comfort barrier; learn new skills.

This year I am going to do the following:
1. Learn to play guitar.
2. Keep a houseplant alive.
3. Fire a gun.
4. Re-learn to read music.

I have never successfully kept a plant alive, ever.  No matter what I do they die.  This could be partially my fault-- I buy tone, name it, am really good about watering it for about a week, then look around a few months later and think, "OH YEAH!" and then am filled with guilt about killing my sweet Fred.  The poor bastard never saw it coming.

While stumbling this afternoon I found this article "Top 10 Plants for Removing Indoor Toxins" Eartheasy Blog and it has inspired me to turn over a new leaf.  Healthier air and cultivating a green thumb?  First step: pick a plant.  I'm leaning towards the Philodendron but am open to any suggestions.  What plants you kept alive?  Do you have recommendations for a Reformed (Accidental) Plant Killer?  Next step: more research and saving funds for Fred.  Check.

I have my father's old guitar.  Next step: find an (inexpensive) teacher.  The first attempt at attaining this skill flat lined.  I practiced for a week then never picked it up again.  I have regretted this for years, YEARS, and still have the guitar.  Every time I open the closet to get out the vacuum I see it and make a promise to one day play.  The promise has yet to be fulfilled but miracles happen.

I have already decided the first song I will learn is Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car".  Who knows?  With a lot of practice and some patience, I could become part of the Von Trapp Family Singers.  I consider that a semi-check. Che.

As far as guns go, the boyfriend's brother owns a gun (shotgun if I remember correctly) so that's a start.  Having my first shot fired come from a shotgun is really intimidating so I will keep a lookout for something a little tamer; a part of me, though, says Let it rip. Big hair, big fun. First step: evaluate that statement.  Next step: find a gun to hire and a place to fire it.  Check.

Two checks and a che.  Not too bad.

I encourage you to join me in Soul Yoga and make a list for yourself.  We can do it, together!

BTW If anyone would like to gift me a replica of June Carter Cash's guitar it would be the gift that keeps on giving, really. xo

Writer's block

For the past week I've been trying to focus on something to write.  I'd have an idea, write it out, and something was missing.  I knew what I wanted to say but couldn't find a way to say it articulately.  I had the beginning and the end but could not figure out the middle.  After racking my brain and writing five different (still unfinished) posts, I've decided to share this clip.

Things are changing rapidly; it's nice to know some things will be funny forever.


To Spring

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languished head,
Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.

To Spring, William Blake