Showing posts with label Bright Sided. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bright Sided. Show all posts

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Twenty Things that Made Me Happy in September 2010






1. My awesome birthday beach trip, getting pummeled by the waves.
2. My awesome birthday games night where I got everyone to answer really personal questions.
3. Making myself a birthday mix.
4. Starting Intermediate Algebra. (Math credits so I can apply to teacher-certification programs.)
5. Starting my new job at the LIBRARY.
6.Two of my favorite poets moved into town!
7.Two great features at the FUZE.
8. Writing a lot.
9. I graduated myself from therapy.
10. Reading Bright Sided, Blue Bird, and Freedom. Curmudgeonly goodness.
11. My pretty new chapbook, Adventures of a Lazy Polyamorist.
12. Said adventures.
13. Light and Honey Festival: got to perform with and hear some great writers.
14. Getting my copy of Apiary, with my poem Twilight Meals in it.
15. Addressing all of my chapbooks and putting (mostly) love letters in them.
16. It smells like Fall.
17. The new Radiolab about falling.
18. I’ve got a great poetry tutoring student.
19. Pumpkin Pancakes!
20. Making a Thanksgivingy dinner for some poet pals.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Emotional, So There.


Is this a breakthrough?

I don’t think that you can cure depression by thought-policing yourself away from bad feelings, memories, etc. They need space just as much as any other emotions do.

I just sat through another session of a therapist missing the point, glossing over the important stories to tell me to convince myself I’m strolling through the woods is I feel threatened or sad.

That seems a little crazy.

I’m going now to reserve Bright Sided from the library.
The truth must be somewhere between that and The Happiness Project.

Guest House –by Rumi
This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.