In The Garden Living an RPG Life

Stripes of rain

make empty

streets cozy;

drench trees so

they bow and

tickle snails;

make puddles

and me a

rain dancer.

When I was writing on Huna Trainer regularly, a few of us started writing three-word comments.  It was so much fun that I decided (as a good logarrheatician would) that the three words could be cubed into three lines of three words each.  Well, today I thought I was doing the original “cubes” but realized I was focused on syllables instead.  And then I realized that three sets of nine syllables made an American Sentence.  So, you can read it either way:  As three cubes or as one American Sentence.

Today, I’ll be finishing up my recording for the Huna Training podcast.  I’ve lost the anxiety of waiting for the final production to be posted.  I’m getting more comfortable with the whole process.  Probably, since I made the step sideways to write and record for Cast-On, Huna Training is more like coming home.  One day I will be creating my own podcast.  I like talking–or at least reading–about myself too much to let this kind of thing go on too long without me.

So, what am I waiting for?  Everything else to be slotted into place.  I still don’t have a strong sense of doing things on a regular basis.  I’m working on that muscle.  I can log on and read and respond daily, but creating for myself and publishing, that’s taking a new muscle for a walk.

Thinking of changing my behavior as learning to use muscles helps a lot.  It helps me take my time and work patiently with myself.  I’m taking a Pilates class with an instructor-in-training.  I’m finding out what muscle training feels like in my body and the physical pain I feel, and the frustration I’m experiencing, is not being mirrored in my writing activities.  I’ve forgiven myself for not being able to perform as I think I should.

Instead of making this place look all filled up and just like everyone else’s, or the way I think it should, I am off making new friends.  And learning new things.  And that activity, like going out dancing instead of to the gym, makes me happier and more willing to tell stories about.  In other words, come here and write.