After weeks of urging by my husband (perhaps it was months) I finally cleaned out the junk drawer in the kitchen. When it’s difficult to open and close the drawer it’s time to clean it out.
So many topics to consider. One who probably knows best suggested I cover a fave topic – music – and the current president's taste. Driving to basketball (and after we played friends there thought I should blog on our 4 v 4 full court games) this morning Adam LaRoche dominated the sportstalk radio airwaves; and as well when we left the gym and I turned on the radio again.
It will be a year tomorrow that I euphemistically got "hit by a bus." (If you're interested in reading about it click here.)
A lot has changed for me during this time and it's too easy to look back and relive the trauma. However, when I reflect, I think of a moment in the hospital that was very special.
Movement is defined as an act of changing physical location or position or of having things changed. Also as a group of people working together to advance their shared political, social or artistic ideas.
In this time of great social, economic, artistic and political movements I want to protest a mostly involuntary movement which effects society as a whole.
It causes mass confusion and forces us all to change long ingrained habits and patterns. It also causes us to lose sleep and even lose time.
Sometimes there are things that are right before your eyes, but you never notice. Or you never realize what you're looking at...or exactly what it means.
Also, you're never too old to learn something new.
I was talking to another Gothamite, the wonderful Sonia Saleh, about what Gotham means to us and how we view it. We came up with the concept of Gotham as Playground. Not to belittle the all the great work that is done within the Gotham Tribe, a playground to me is a place to try out new ideas, engage with like minded (and not-so-like-minded) people and learn from peers. A place where sometimes I fall down and sometimes I hit home runs.
I recently blogged about a medical procedure I had to endure-nine needle biopsies into my neck while I was awake and laid perfectly still-because I did not initially listen to my doctor. Prior to undergoing the procedure I reached out to fellow blogger Cayce Crown-without telling her why-and questioned her about meditation. Knowing what I was about to endure, I thought meditation would help me through the process.