Sunday, April 19, 2009

Multitudes

I am learning to make decisions. To look for flights to ascertain and formulate a travel agenda for the latter half of May when i may do what i may. In Europe or wherever the money can reach to and my feet can step to.

I want to write, to gush details, sights, smells... and I thought, with this blog I could. But as days go by, I don't even open my notebook with the frequency I'd grown accustomed to. Sometimes I feel as if I'm floating here. Living it, but knowing how temporary it is. I question: who am I? am i myself?

This weekend has been "bloggable" as one of my dear roommates would say. Saturday night my 2 roomates (Mel and Em) as well as our Senora, Carmen, whom we are growing closer to every day... went to a fantastic Flamenco show: Carmen. Em's mom was in town for the weekend and purchased tickets for our group "familia" to go. If you have a moment, google: Sara Baras or Carmen. Flamenco with passion! is all i may exclaim.

Another weekend in Madrid, I wish I had traveled somewhere- but feel antsy and the need to get out next weekend. I've decided that having ideas, vision, hope, dreams, desires is essential in life.

Sometimes I can't believe that I'm here, or that this is real. Like surreal time or something like that. I know, I know, I know or at least, I believe, that when I'm back in Cincy or the StL that I will think, wow, did I really live it? Was I there?
So far, I think I can give an 85% yes. I've walked alot in and of Madrid's streets. Gone out all night, been to local restaurants, cafes, bars, enjoyed delicious food, learned mucho Espanol (confidence and ability in speaking has increased 10 fold). So, yeah. Poco a poco.


I gotta look up flights, finally make some decisions, plan, etc. I am OK. I love you. I miss you. Let's party and celebrate next time we see eachother. It has been too long.


With love and peace

RLG Zanmi

Monday, April 13, 2009

Who Am I?

Who Am I:

- bad email responder, not great long distance corresponder
- a candy lover (go to a Alimentacion/Chino/Frutos Secos - a convenient mart) and buy gummy candies (5 centimos each, i get the spicy red peppers, yes i'm hooked on dem)
- planning travel (for May, after final exams i have free time to as cheap as possible flit around europa)
- not a daily writer, and ashamed
- more avid walker
- every now and then a fotog
- thinker, feeler, meditator, luchadora
- planning and considering options, remembering dreams, doing my best not to lay them down like a sack of give away clothes, but rather as something real i dress myself with everyday, something i feel on my skin and inside am kept warm and alive by
- a reader, an observer, a joker, ....
- proud and humble, running and then the usual stumble
- email checker, message hoper, but still not best writing woper (made that up, a woper is someone who replies in a whoa! short amount of time)
- healthy, hopeful
- a sewer! today i sewed two patches on a pair of jeans i got from my roommate, Mel- yea, it took a little bit, but i had the spirits of my mom, and my aunt Sharon and aunt Minnie with me, i know it
- witty, eclectic, non makeup
- one who doesn't hold anything in my hands when i walk places
- now, a person who puts safety pins on the book bag zippers to prevent (help to) prevent theft
- learning French, a little Wolof, speaking-writing-reading Arabic, speaking Spanish, and English on occasion
- feeling guilt about things i can- and cannot control
- debating: StL or Cincy this summer
- buying stamps, dressing in spring colors
- forgetting it is/was Easter
- remembering the Vine, argili... R and A, and all those wednesdays
- open, and growing in something, anything, nothing and everything
- traveler to Bilbao (city explorer, in rain, shine, wind and all on foot)
- patient and then so not
- Whitman "I contain multitudes"
- one who needs respect, attention, love, grace, forgiveness, connection - to living creations, art, music, freedom, liberation, notebook, pen, mind, heart, spirit, feet, health, companionship, trust, peace, joy, hope, and vision


may you be as you are
knowing you are never far
always residing in the lark chirping corner of my heart

peace be in you

Zanmi RLGorley

Monday, April 6, 2009

write because pen is pulse, heres something about a sun and human impulse

blazing at the end of a soy bean field
a burning sun scorches hope of further sleep
dark ignorance can no longer creep
behind nor below clouds that run
from the destruction done
without
love light
that no harvest moon could delight despite its duty
to be bright and fight fright

blazing at the end of a soy bean field
another day, now belongs to you
to your renewed heart and recreated marrow
as morning fog clears, it lifts like wings of the sparrow
we fly because we knew we could do more than walk on land
we believe we reach we burn we rise we understand
if we do not hope and trust and receive and give
than life is not living, tis us existing,
so, why, when knowing width, depth and heigth
are we still resisting
the sun burning sun rise?