“feel free to play around” by Julia on her couch

Monday January 8, 2018
9:26pm
5 minutes
http://ohsheglows.com/

I told them today about my favourite word. I told them
everything I knew about play. I invited it in like a teacher did once for me. And again when I forgot. And again when I was faking it. Don’t take yourself so damn seriously. Seriously. Don’t. And we played. We danced out of our chairs into a game. We all said yes and how glorious it was. That feeling alone won me right over. I asked them to risk being seen. I invited again and again and led by example. Some of my heartstrings were tugged so hard they broke. My own panic wove a tapestry and I wore it and then when I invited guidance I got some Serenity I didn’t know how to ask for. I think there is magic in moments like these. In giving yourself over to the open chair. The possibility of freedom. The strong and wrong balls to the wall go big or go home. I played like I wasn’t afraid of a grade or an opinion. And they played back when I called.

“The professional sailors” by Sasha on her couch


Monday September 15, 2014 at Ozu
9:42pm
5 minutes
from http://www.capri.net

I’m trying to be honest about the things that I’m not good at. I want to get better. I want to be better, I’m trying. I’m trying to be honest and I’m trying to be better, and I’m trying to stop repeating myself so much.
I’m not good at having forty dollars of gelato in the freezer. I just want to eat it. But, like, I love it, so I don’t want to tell you not to bring it home because that means no one wins…
I’m not good at math.
I’m not good at actually reading the “Classics”.
I’m not good at jealousy.
I’m not good at being sick. I’m a huge baby. I whine. I degrade myself by reading People magazine online and watching romantic comedies on Netflix.
I’m not good at communicating when my heart is in my throat and you’re there, with your eyes like deep pools of knowing, with your direct way, with your face, that face.
I’m not good in boats. I’ll puke or cry or both.