oh ducklings, how are you on this soggy love day? i hope your hearts are shining and full of compassion and joy. with heraldic spread-winged voice, i call unto you to spread smiles, spread love. i just opened an inbox full of sweet love greetings from friends across the country, and my heart is swollen with warmth. thank you to all my lovelies, and angela: for you, i am making psychic angels all day, every day in that fluffy toronto snow! : )
so, in the two weeks since i last posted i have worked close to 150 hours in 3 different amazing and fulfilling jobs, moved into a home, been asked-not-too-subtly to leave for being a "partyer," found a newer better home right smack-dab in the throbbing heart of downtown (i'm so fucking excited, just a few more weeks!!) and.. well, stuff a lady doesn't talk about. grin.
it's been jam packed full of fruity goodness, and i want MORE MORE!!!
but how to find time to tell you of the panoply of smiles i've been dazzled with; coy, beaming, shy, lewd.. how to find time to tell you of the not-one-but-two! great short story collections i've begun working on. or the profoundly amazing and inspiring plays i saw at the PuSh festival.
how to find time to tell you about the sweet delicious moments that make each day sparkle? like how Burcu gave me that hat off her head - a gorgeous black velvet fedora. or how that sultry juno-chick watched me changing the set between acts, and thought i was hot! or the big bad machines that i must stop to contemplate every day, charting their progress with light delight. or that man this morning walking ahead of me, with the pink argyle socks and strange little hat.
how to find time to tell you about the big beautiful souls who keep crossing my path? like the former punk rock bass dude who works in the downtown east side. or the gothic devil man who has a tiny dog and a big kiss for me every time we meet. or how i'm reading kerouac's "on the road," and spending hours of my days literally on the road with a reincarnated dean moriarty (as he was in the beginning of the book, not the mad/sad/broken-down version of the last chapters.)
how to find the time when i am living away from computers, nestled in the breast of experience and human warmth?
shrug. i dunno. all i know is that right now, i must work. a small theatre company full of bright shiny souls is depending on me! (insert superhero theme music here)
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