Why is it that when you have a million things to write about you don’t know where to start? I often think about Home and what it means – in the last few years I’ve moved many times, and so the concept of home is different now, not a physical space but more a feeling. Of groundedness, belonging, faith. A launching pad to do great things. A place of comfort but not so comfortable that it makes you want to put on PJs and never leave. I saw a meme about a skeleton that drags itself off the floor and reluctantly stumbles towards that thing they committed to when they had energy. I have that feeling all the time, but never have I regretted going to the thing afterwards. Although it would be nice to have a full fridge once in awhile (but how does one living on their own time things so perfectly that none of the food expires?!). Coincidentally my Mom has a new friend named Hom (pronounced Home). Another thing that sounds like Home is Aum, which we debated in our yoga class yesterday – is it Om or is it AUM, and what does it all mean anyway? We talked about the spiritual ego, and everything made sense until we got into Flow and I realized how much tension was in my body!
Example of intending to rest but then plans changing to something way more exciting: I got back from Ottawa and wandered around on the most beautiful sunny day on Monday – I came across the most gorgeous Balzac’s – it felt like Paris. I did some writing and then my plan was to go home and get organized, unpack, read, maybe catch some fireworks from my window… but then I got a free ticket to a comedy show on the Danforth, and off I went!
The comedian was Josh Johnson, who’s toured with Trevor Noah, and is a writer/correspondent for the Daily Show. He was hilarious. And also vulnerable. He talked about his depression and being in therapy, and the scroll list he takes to his therapist in preparation. Interesting that there wasn’t much vulgar humour. I love when comedy takes you on an emotional journey, where you’re laughing, and then reflecting, and then your heart is opening. His story about how he was bit by his friend’s dog had us howling. His opening acts were good too – one comedian eased our worries about the Biden/Trump debacle. “Don’t look so worried!” he said. Oh we are. Because we expected it from Trump, but were hoping that Biden would pull it together. Why isn’t Kamala Harris running for president?! Her post-debate interview with Anderson Cooper was 10 times more eloquent in 10 minutes than the entire debate. In a country of 333.3 million people (hmmm deeper meaning about all those threes?), these are the two best candidates? Is this a comedy or a tragedy? (BOTH!)
I woke up early today… 7 AM, which is early for me, because I had an 8 AM meeting. I have to say that waking up early always feels better but I can’t seem to do it unless I’m forced to! I imagine all the free time I’d have if I woke up early – in my theoretical mind, I would wake up, write, maybe meditate, have a clear mind… sounds so wonderful! Meanwhile what happens is I get home late from an open mic and sleep in until the last minute. I guess both are ok.
In Ottawa I was excited/nervous about doing comedy at a friend’s 40th birthday party at a club downtown. Unfortunately everyone was talking during my set and the sound wasn’t great, and so I cut it from 15 minutes to 5 minutes (and even that seemed long!). I was actually proud of how I kept going, egged on by the few near the front that were really paying attention. The party was really fun otherwise – I got to catch up with some old friends, heard about the kids I used to tutor and what they’re up to and at least my outfit looked good! I was wearing a new eyeshadow called “Walk of Shame”. How appropriate!
On the way home, I got a seat on the train that seemed like first class! And it even had a leg rest – the host who brought tea said that he didn’t even know the seats could do that. My journey to Ottawa was great too – I sat on the side with the lake view, and saw deer on two occasions – a moment of pause from eating grass, antlers perking up as the train whizzed by.
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