Library Lifeline.

Yikes the table by the door is overflowing with books DVDs, etc. that are due today. So. First errand on my list is a run to @homewoodpublic Library to return 11 DVDs and 4 books, and pick up a few things on hold.

Looking forward to reading “The Greatest Beer Run Ever” whose author was interviewed on Today over the weekend.

I’ve always been an avid reader. But. With Covid clearing my calendar of events, and all the political garbage clogging the TV for so many months, the library has been a lifeline, and along w my journal and long walks, my sanity.

I’ll be taking them some store bought Christmas cookies earlier than usual this year, so they can quarantine the tins for 5 days along w returned books.

Poetry Before Bed

Good poetry gives us pause; makes us consider our life on this plane. Rilke does that for me. In this poem, it is the last stanza that gives me pause.

Du Berg, blieb da die Gebirge Kamen

“You mountains, here since mountains began,

slopes where nothing is built, peaks that no one had named,

eternal snows littered w stars,

valleys in flower —

Do I move inside you now?

Am I within the rock

like a metal that hasn’t been mined?

Your hardness encloses me everywhere.

Or is it fear

I am caught in? The tightening fear

of swollen cities

in which I suffocate.”

The book survived the fire of 2011 and is a little bit moldy, sooty and warped by the firemen’s hose, but I couldn’t toss it. It’s been my bedside companion for many years. Ray Bradbury told me one night at a cocktail party, read something good and thought provoking before bed. It gives the mind wings in dream. He was right. And Rilke does that for me. Mañana y’all.

Stolen things

Culling old photos. I still miss my Wizard. He was stolen. The day of the fire in 2011. When the firemen let us back in, I remember seeing him still on the desk. Wet but there. I was to distraught over Mark’s death in that fire to stay and rescue much before I went to mom’s. By the time I came back, he was gone along w my self portrait, my magic wands, my one-of-a-kind handcrafted copper rose that Robert Taylor made.

I remember when I paired it with the plain $14 gray metal rose. Mark came over from across the hall, beer in hand – one for me, one for him – for critique and conversation (a ritual we shared for his art and mine). He took a sip then cocked his head and nodded his approval of the arrangement. The green vase full of Mardi Gras beads, the two roses, some black Christmas floral from Z Gallery and two of my magic wands.

Sad that some people compound a tragedy by stealing the few remaining personal treasures.

I’ve replaced the roses, but my wizard, wands and self portrait are lost forever.

Are You Superstitious?

Do you have friggatriskaidekaphobia or paraskavedekatriaphobia – fear of Friday the Thirteenth, or just or just triskaidekaphobia – fear of the number thirteen. 

You’re not alone.  It’s not so much a fear these days as a superstition handed down through the generations.

No one knows exactly why 13 or Friday the 13th particularly is unlucky.  In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness. Consider the things that come in twelves: months in a year; hours in a day; tribes of Israel, apostles (Judas was the 13th).  Thirteen obviously throws off the whole and bad things happen.

Historically, the 13th Street and 13th Avenue are often omitted in street numbering; the 13th floor skipped in tall buildings.  As if the not naming it 13 belies the fact that it is 13 carrying another label. 

Being a witch, I have adopted it as a personal holiday. 

Happy Friday the 13th.

Party Time At Last

Finally some places doing their traditional holiday open house. So we masked up, put hand sanitizer and wipes in purses n pockets and converged first at Gallery Services. Amazing art inside and outside, lovely hot hors d’ oeuvres. I started inside but when it got crowded, I found a lovely large outside table all to myself then shared with Sarah, a local freelance interior designer.

@gallery_services_birmingham.

From there a few of us walked across the street to @PepperPlace to @designsupplyshop, more fabulous art, and furnishing for the home. Here @bayogourmet was cooking some delicious seafood bites of shrimp, salmon, and more. And the gods save me, an open bar with Tito’s Vodka – I’m a sucker for vodka. Again masks everywhere. I found a cozy corner to sip, nibble, take pictures and chat w friends at a distance. A perfect end to a perfect evening.

Do You Journal?

In the midst of all things on my November ToDo’s list, I’m still writing my morning pages in my journal – at least 3 handwritten pages every morning. I usually write more throughout the day. Why?

It’s my creative net to:

  • Capture Ideas of the moment to pursue later. The pen is my best memory.
  • Give form to my dreams and ponder how to give them wings.
  • Brainstorm solutions to problems.
  • Write a poem, or essay or capture a character for later extemporization.

It’s my friend & confident where I:

  • Give voice to things best kept to myself knowing the confidence will go no further. Cheaper than a shrink.
  • Give thanks for what I have without sounding maudlin.
  • Cry over losses, and rejoice in my triumphs.
  • And so much more.

I Believe Because It’s Worth Believing.

Hard as it is in these times to believe it’ll be a right in the end. This dialogue from a sweet movie called Second Hand Lions” resonates with me. And I’m holding on to this belief because it’s worthy of believing in.

“Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things that a man needs to believe in the most.

That people are basically good. That honor, courage and virtues mean everything. That power and money, money and power mean nothing; that Good always triumphs over Evil; and I want you to remember this: That Love, true Love never dies.

Doesn’t matter if any of this is true or not. You see a man should believe in these things because these are the things worth believing in.”

Accidental Dumpster Diving

Accidental dumpster diving. I took recycle and trash out to the alley this morning. And. I was amazed to find this perfectly good chair. This is a seriously well made, heavy, real wood chair. I washed it w Murphy’s Wood Soap and dried w paper towels.

Why do people do that. If I discard something someone else can use, I put it on that patch of grass next to the dumpster. Others just put things out on the front curb. Either way Nothing lasts more than a day in the city. One person’s trash, another’s treasure.

Glad I took trash out early. Talk about timing. 20 minutes later the truck was out back emptying the dumpster. This beauty would be in a landfill by the end of the day.

#photooftheday #chair #citylife #recycle #bohostyle #furniture #treasure #urbanstyle #birmingham #alabama #perlesaerie

Dia de Los Muertos

A mother showing her daughters the altar to RBG at dia de los muertos. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but they lingered for quite some time.

Although I went Wednesday night, had to stop by on its last night. This year’s event was special. Reminiscent of the first one here in Birmingham at Bare Hands Gallery so many years ago.

The last several years, it had become more of a circus than I care to visit. But this was special. It resonated. I could feel the grief of those left behind and presence of the souls being celebrated

So much loss this year and this seemed a fitting memorial.

And it ended on a day when things are looking brighter for the living after 4 years of uncertainty and chaos.

Walking Alley Ways

#perleswalkabout I decided to go off street and meander down my alley and a few others around the neighborhood. The morning skies were pastel tinted. A lone still green fig on a barren limb will most likely be bird food before it ever ripens. A confused 4’oclock bloom is wide open while his kin sleep until the appointed hour. And graffiti flowers painted on a wall probably trying to add some beauty to offset the detritus strewn alley next to the dumpster saying property of the …Baptist Church – sad.

Home now to coffee and my journal to do my morning pages on the balcony before going about my day.

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