soaking up whatever sunlight I can find
reading Where’d You Go Bernadette by Maria Semple
appreciating being able to visit the David Bowie exhibit again before it closes
finding myself unprepared for wintertime
drinking white tea with blueberry honey
preparing for celebrating American Thanksgiving this weekend
celebrating purple Thursdays, still.
thinking about tradition
looking outside at the snow
listening to the Mighty Boosh radio series
stretching into the morning
drinking hot cocoa
reading Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity by Andrew Solomon
finding the energy to write
walking the line of wellness
reminding myself of the little things
craving swimming time
researching stones healing properties
thinking about being a mermaid
listening to Valerie June‘s album “Pushin’ Against a Stone”
happy for all the recently engaged people in my life
I love David Bowie. That isn’t exactly shocking. A lot of people do; it isn’t a solitary love. As for many people my age, it all started with a journey through Labyrinth. I’ve been lucky enough to see him in concert twice (once as part of Moby’s Area2 Festival in 2002 and once for the Reality tour in 2004). His music has been an underlying soundtrack.
The exhibition David Bowie Is originally opened at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, England. I had flights of fancy about making a pilgrimage to see the show but instead crossed my fingers it would tour somewhere in North America. Low and behold, it did! And I didn’t even have to travel – its world tour premiered right here in Toronto at the AGO on September 25th.
It features costumes, art, film, sound, and ephemera from David Bowie’s entire music career in a non-linear format.
We got the chance to visit last week and it didn’t disappoint. There were so many different little nooks and rooms. Some of my favorite highlights was seeing his handwritten song lyrics and the costumes (and shoes) from stage performances. Kansai Yamamoto’s glittery great creations for the Aladdin Sane tour, the tattered Alexander McQueen Union Flag coat, his sketches as a teen…seeing these things in person was breath-taking for me.
The accompanying audio shifts as you move through the exhibit; part of my joy was seeing people start to dip their heads to the beat in their headphones in unison. Near the end there was large projections of amazing live performances that gave me goosebumps.
Book your visit in advance; it is at the AGO until November 27th!
laughing at our quirks
reading If You Knew Then What I Know Now by Ryan Van Meter
taking baby steps
walking in the cool summer air
appreciating my hands
eating frozen grapes
reminding myself to drink more water
thinking about glossy photos
looking forward to the David Bowie exhibition at the AGO in the fall (!)
listening to the album “Babel” by Mumford & Sons
living with my head in a cloud
thinking about pop culture
dreaming of more stamps in my passport
doodling potted plants
laughing at ‘Late Night with Jimmy Fallon’
reading Railsea by China Miéville
reframing how I feel
making a batch of custom hoops
craving the sea
walking the line between creative & practical
trusting my intuition
loving peppermint tea
appreciating wearing sandals during spurts of nice weather
catching up with old friends
stretching towards the sunlight
saving (and ogling) a new computer
reading Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher
thinking of trips that I’d like to take
listening to Steve Martin and Edie Brickell’s new album “Love Has Come For You”
eating kale, still.
drinking chai smoothies
being conscious that even on days when things feel out of control, I still have the opportunity to make choices
The cacti and succulent are out of hibernation but I have just been wanting to burrow deep. I’ve been burrowing deep into books, under the covers, and my social calendar. The last almost certainly means I have overbooked myself out of fear of being too much of a hermit.
We are on the edge of spring. My toes are hanging over the edge of the cliff just waiting for spring to legitimately arrive. My mood is hanging back in winter and is (as usual) fearful of change. I, like many others, don’t adjust to change very well. I like certain routines and predictability to be in place.
It’s the time when we drift in and out of hibernation a few times before spring + summer really sticks to our ribs and we start taking the sunshine for granted. I’m still sorting out my routines – something that I am finding causes a bit of confusion. I need to lock down the routine of self care that helps me help others in a way that makes sense. Not figuring it out means encouraging the emotional roller coaster that comes with the beginning of spring.
Basically, I love a bit of structure, the macro setting on my camera, and our plants. Now, let’s go get some legitimate Vitamin D.