And this is even true of Ireland in the summer months. It is August and we just had flash flooding in our capital, Dublin! Summer lovin' right here, folks :)
I am currently writing this drive-by-shooting of a post on my DB's father's laptop...I think this might start becoming the norm if my Mac doesn't start listening to Mama and stop breaking!! Seriously, I have had it in the shop twice in the last few months, but it is getting on in years I suppose and I do still love it.
My cousin is getting married next week in Montreal, Canada, and I am crossing the Atlantic to be there for it. This will be the first time I'm back Stateside since leaving Berklee and I am worried and excited and very aware that I need a haircut before any wedding photos can be taken. I am going down to NYC for a few days while I'm over to see friends from school and catch-up a bit. I can't wait. If anyone knows of any amazing yarn stores in Montreal or New York that I should visit while I'm there, please let me know...I've fallen off my knitting wagon again but I still think about it loads, which means its only a matter of time :)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Standing at the foot of the mountain
I'm not sure where to even begin...It has been a ridiculously long time since I blogged. I missed my one-year blogging anniversary, but I was thinking of it on the day strangely enough. Sometimes I used to compose blogs in my head, knowing I would never post them, and then post them into the Universe and hope that my online friends would get them. I have thought of my friends an awful lot in the last few months and cannot wait to truly catch up with you all...especially Em, Brooke and Meg. I hope you are all keeping well :)
But as I was musing...where to begin...and, just as importantly, should I even try? The last few months have been limbo after the thrill, stress and general sensory overload that was Berklee. I no longer live in Boston, and miss it dearly now. My school mates are scattered, mainly across the States, but for the few of us who couldn't stay, it's kind of odd and a little like having your right arm chopped off! Ireland is nice to see again though, to experience all her seasons in order and not be a visitor at home anymore.
Limbo is an accurate description of this period of my life. I feel like I am between adventures. I hear this is when you learn the most about yourself...I'm still waiting. I am working to pay rent and my college loans. I am writing and singing privately, but haven't branched out to fully fledged gigging again. I feel a bit constrained or something about being tied up; restrained maybe. I have lots of ideas but can't seem to see them into fruition. I keep waiting for another chapter to start...waiting...but if I wait, then who is doing?! I suppose it's the upheaval of moving home, readjusting to life after school (22 years of our lives given to institutions and they wonder why we can't think outside the box?!). DB and family keep telling me the rest is good. So maybe the restlessness is a good sign...that the rest has done its job!
This valley in my life has effected all art production, so the knitting has slowed down too, not stopped completely though. Recently I have been feeling the urge again. I think Spring is urging me onwards. This valley will soon be turning upwards towards the next mountain to climb.
I can't wait to see the view from the top.
But as I was musing...where to begin...and, just as importantly, should I even try? The last few months have been limbo after the thrill, stress and general sensory overload that was Berklee. I no longer live in Boston, and miss it dearly now. My school mates are scattered, mainly across the States, but for the few of us who couldn't stay, it's kind of odd and a little like having your right arm chopped off! Ireland is nice to see again though, to experience all her seasons in order and not be a visitor at home anymore.
Limbo is an accurate description of this period of my life. I feel like I am between adventures. I hear this is when you learn the most about yourself...I'm still waiting. I am working to pay rent and my college loans. I am writing and singing privately, but haven't branched out to fully fledged gigging again. I feel a bit constrained or something about being tied up; restrained maybe. I have lots of ideas but can't seem to see them into fruition. I keep waiting for another chapter to start...waiting...but if I wait, then who is doing?! I suppose it's the upheaval of moving home, readjusting to life after school (22 years of our lives given to institutions and they wonder why we can't think outside the box?!). DB and family keep telling me the rest is good. So maybe the restlessness is a good sign...that the rest has done its job!
This valley in my life has effected all art production, so the knitting has slowed down too, not stopped completely though. Recently I have been feeling the urge again. I think Spring is urging me onwards. This valley will soon be turning upwards towards the next mountain to climb.
I can't wait to see the view from the top.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Guess who's back, back again...
Pari's back, tell a friend!!
Hello World! Good to see you all happy and shiny. I missed you and can't wait to write to you again.
Please feel free to say hello back. I am perfecting my first post back as you read this...
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Life on the edge of insanity
I am run ragged folks! I am absolutely beside myself! And then sometimes I actually find myself thinking "well, I had time enough to fit in that epidode of CSI this evening, so I mustn't be all *that* busy" but you know what, I AM! My brain is just gosh darn wrong when it thinks thoughts like that and it is very frustrating. One hour TV time, after a day of class, work, studio recording, phonecalls, homework, eating (somehow that always ends up quite far down the list) and maybe getting in the sun for a few minutes in order to retain sanity levels and do a little knitting...with all that considered I think that I am lucky to still be functioning. My mantra is '2 weeks to go and then I am free'...say it with me...'2 weeks to go and then I am free'...
On the plus side, sock one of baudelaire is officially finished and the heel has been turned on the second so it is straight sailing all the way home with them. Caught myself wishing for a cold night, just so I would have a legitimate excuse to wear them. No luck here though, the sun is absolutely splitting the pavements in Boston. The nights are a little hard to sleep through, but I am a sucker for the heat during the day...really enjoying it. Pity though all the rest of my knitting projects are not going as speedily as baudelaire. The shrug I had hoped to finish ages ago...actually I think I have run out of yarn, need to make a quick trip to the LYS and sort that out pronto, because it is so close to being done, would be a shame now to let it sit. I have also been having problems with the crocheted halter I made, don't feel very secure in it when it's on. Think I need to go back and put on more closures at the back, but I am not a very good sewer anymore. In fact I have 2 beautiful bags (the granny squares crocheted one and the unicorn knitted bag) which I would love to be using right now, but both need lining and I have no idea where to even begin to do that. Darn!
In other news, I went a bit nuts last week and ordered a pile of things from etsy for myself. I was lonely and I think I was trying to comfort myself with jewellery and one-of-a-kind things. When they arrive I will post pics. Can't wait really, girl needs some new earrings for the sun!!
On the plus side, sock one of baudelaire is officially finished and the heel has been turned on the second so it is straight sailing all the way home with them. Caught myself wishing for a cold night, just so I would have a legitimate excuse to wear them. No luck here though, the sun is absolutely splitting the pavements in Boston. The nights are a little hard to sleep through, but I am a sucker for the heat during the day...really enjoying it. Pity though all the rest of my knitting projects are not going as speedily as baudelaire. The shrug I had hoped to finish ages ago...actually I think I have run out of yarn, need to make a quick trip to the LYS and sort that out pronto, because it is so close to being done, would be a shame now to let it sit. I have also been having problems with the crocheted halter I made, don't feel very secure in it when it's on. Think I need to go back and put on more closures at the back, but I am not a very good sewer anymore. In fact I have 2 beautiful bags (the granny squares crocheted one and the unicorn knitted bag) which I would love to be using right now, but both need lining and I have no idea where to even begin to do that. Darn!
In other news, I went a bit nuts last week and ordered a pile of things from etsy for myself. I was lonely and I think I was trying to comfort myself with jewellery and one-of-a-kind things. When they arrive I will post pics. Can't wait really, girl needs some new earrings for the sun!!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Kiss this Day
A good friend of mine, Jillian, has just started her very own blog, based on the concept of daily gratitude. You can find a link for it here or on my side bar. Either way I really recommend having a read of the thought-provoking, spirit-warming thought Jillian has to share. Well done love, it is a wonderful thing you are doing :)
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Happy Anniversary My Love
It is DBs and mine 5-year anniversary today. That's right, FIVE YEARS!! I can hardly believe it myself but it has been some truely interesting, magical, crazy, exciting, love-filled years and I look forward to all the others to come. Thank you Kolya, for being my best friend in the world and I hope you like your present.
For Kolya
I am but a splitting of the light
Prisms cannot hold me
But show me for the fragment that I am
Pretending to be sewn up just right
But thread cannot hold lightbeams
And I am but a splitting of the light
I am not a whole that can be palmed
Senses cannot fuse me
But show me for the fragment that I am
But you have sharper senses than touch or sight
That feel beyond this shard of glass
To the splitting of the light
You can fill the cracks that flaw my calm
Hold my broken sum
Hide within you the fragment that I am
Will you hold my secret safe, day and night?
Where prisms fail, I know you will do right
I am but a splitting of the light
But you can love the fragment that I am.
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