Hiatus

I've lost that loving feeling.

I am no longer convinced that I can provide readers with interesting and fun postings, and I think it's just best to let it go for a while until I get my blog groove back. I am struggling because there are things that I want to blog about, but don't really feel that I can for a variety of reasons. Personal privacy, protection of identities, the sparing of people's feelings... just to name a few. And to be honest, if I don't see the point of my ramblings, how can I expect my readers to see it for themselves?

Thank you so much to all of you who came by to visit. I hope to be back fresh new and happy like you've never seen anyone blog before after a bit of a break and an assessment of what I really want this blog to be. I am happy to keep up correspondence with anyone who wishes... if so, email me.

XOXO.
Interravision.

Bah!

I just went to publish this huge long post... making up for recent blah blogging and blogger lost it in the upload. So frustrating!!

Well, I don't have time to re-write today. So you'll just have to wait. Dammit.

Benefit on Saturday Night

Anyone interested in coming along?

Women United In Response: A Hurricane Katrina Benefit Concert
A Hurricane Katrina Benefit Concert: diverse group of women coming together to support the Myers Foundation's Hurricane Relief Efforts

Saturday, September 24th 7 to 10 p.m.
Cambridge YWCA
7 Temple Street, Central Sq.
(off Mass Ave. near Citizens Bank)

Suggested Donation - $20

Please come and show your support. All donations accepted.

Scheduled Performers
Ching-In Chen, poet
Donna C(harles) Owens, poet
Gabrie'l J. Atchison, dancer
Koré, singer/songwriter
Dancers from Big Moves' Phat Fly Girls
Monica Brase, singer/songwriter
Raquel Evita Saraswati, poet
Nicole Atchison, singer

I swear...it's me, not you.

Yesterday I was supposed to take my team kayaking up in Rockport, but due to inclement weather we had to change plans and we went for a tour of Fenway Park instead. We followed the tour with lots of good beer and bar food at Boston Beer Works. Yum!

Marc trying on Steve's championship ring

The Press Box

View from the exspensive seats at the .406 Club

Guess which way to the Green Monster

Seats on top of the Green Monster

The Team on the Monster

The Team at the field

The Team in its natural state

Yeah, well.

This week is shot.

I don't even know where it went. A blur of work, stress, frustration, relief, late nights, sleepless nights, bad dreams, early mornings, heat, humidity, spilled wine, and figuring my shit out.

I am very belated at sending out props to my girl Ashbloem for inviting me to go get makeovers with her and Carrrmen last weekend. It was really dreamy. We celebrated our fresh faces by enjoying a fresh grilled dinner on Ann and Dabs back patio. Carrrrrrmen got surprisingly snap happy and took all kinds of crazy ass photos with her camera-phone. These girls rock.

Ashlee and her MAC magician

She is pretty as a peacock

I went for the smokey-plum look

The tasty grilled dinner

Carrrrmen is snap happy

It's just like that sometimes

A haiku for you:

Where has Terra gone?
the bloggers are wondering
too much work to do

Reflecting

Today has been a day of reflection. I went to a 9/11 remeberance service and spent some time at Boston's 9/11 memorial in the Public Garden. I talked to a lot of people, strangers. But I was moved on more than one occasion by the stories and thoughts people shared with me today.

Wage Peace

by Judyth Hill

Wage peace with your breath.

Breathe in firemen and rubble,

breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.

Breathe in confusion
and breathe out maple trees.

Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.

Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.

Make soup.

Play music, memorize the words for thank you in three languages.

Learn to knit, and make a hat.

Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish.

Swim for the other side.

Wage peace.

Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:

Have a cup of tea and rejoice.

Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.