Last week I said I was going back to the chorus that sang Kumbaya (1) in their warm-ups. I also said I was a little uneasy, because sometimes my impressions are right on, and sometimes I need to stretch and pull against a little internal antagonism. Sometimes I need what I don’t want or like.
I [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Confession Tuesdays’
updating a confession, in harmony
setting myself up (another confession)
A couple of weeks ago I visited a new choir in Portland with the hopes that it would be a good fit and that I could start singing again. I’m not religious, so I don’t want to sing in a church choir, although I really like sacred music and have no philosophical problem singing the [...]
wanting time to myself & new thoughts
I’m no good going days on days with little time to myself. I’m starting to get edgy. Edgier.
Mark tells me to try to laugh, to find the humor — without being cynical — in the stuff my mom and dad talk about. I suppose the good thing about not recalling that you have said [...]
already, another Tuesday
Whirling Dervish is back! I am so happy to read her again.It’s like a part of my life is restored, corny as that may seem. I do need to figure out how to just post my posts to my Friend Feed and NetworkedBlogs for Facebook. A pal of mine commented about WD’s post today on [...]
this week’s mutterings from the little room
1. Last week’s poetry-pal meet-ups were great. I am so relieved to like and be likable. I am pretty shallow that way. I can live with that.
2. I signed up for poetry post card month. I am such a joiner! I have cards collected, in part anyhow, but need to gather them up and make [...]
confessions version 07.14.09
Nothing to disclose, strip, let loose or unveil, no wanton pleasures revealed.
My pen is still; where are strange bus riders & talk? — Oh — it’s commute hour.
“Underemployed” needs a better word, something poor, with less syllables.
My toodoze drift aimlessly — coughs, kin visits, late gifts, take charge of time.
It’s enough, today, to let [...]
confessions version 07.07.09
Too busy with family and too sick with a resultant head cold that moved into my chest last night, I’ve not been doing much creatively as of late. (Except for yesterday’s poem, which I will probably proffer to Read Write Poem, in lieu of something for the homunculus prompt, even though that is a fascinating [...]
forgetting it was Tuesday
Ah. The confessional.
Mark’s family is in from out of town. A niece and husband with their set of seven year old twins and a five year old. Plus they brought Mark’s nephew’s set of twins, 14-ers.
They are only staying a few days and not all of them are at our small house. The youngest is [...]
confessions version 06.23.09
I told myself I would stop having mid-week cocktails. I haven’t.
I thought about joining a choir this week that is singing poetry (William Stafford set to song). How cool is that? Then I listened/watched their last performance. I can’t do it. It seemed such a great idea — I am not that talented, but I [...]
a confession I didn’t think I’d make
I had another confession in mind, but once I read Rethabile’s post 16 June 1976, I had to confess to something different. Rethabile said,
I was fifteen, but I remember the events of 16 June 1976 like it was last week. Black kids rose against the Apartheid state in South Africa, and refused Afrikaans as a [...]
