these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Jan 31, 2010

honeys! i'm hoooo-ooome!

it took 3 hours and 45 minutes to get to the nashville airport yesterday morning. i have never seen such crazy weather in my entire life! it looked like the pictures of alaska i've seen. the highways had not been plowed or salted AT ALL. and there were jack-knifed big rigs every where and cars sliding off in to the countryside and you couldn't even SEE the highway. it was completely iced over and we had to make our own lanes, most of which weren't even close to being right, and at one point we were parked on the freeway for almost an hour because 3 big rigs had turned over and me and my mom got out and talked to the nice truckers who always know what's going on... though one guy told us you can't believe everything you hear on the CB because the story gets bigger and bigger as it travels down the line. ha! and then my flight was delayed (which was good since we were running a bit late and i thought i'd miss it actually) and so when i got to LAX to change planes, i got off my first plane as the second one was boarding so i literally walked off one plane on to another and i'm so surprised my suitcase made it. by the time i landed, i had been on an airplane for 6 hours. add that to the 4 hour trip to the airport and the hour and a half drive back to my little cottage and i had an entire day of travel. geez. but it's always fun. and thanks to the time change coming home, i'm pretty much back to my regularly scheduled program. :) i've got my hazelnut coffee and my sweetie is still snoozing away and i've already written in my notebook and inga is on her first nap of the day.

i feel happy and quiet and soft. the two weeks with my mom made me feel so thankful for so many things. i let go of a lot of things from the past. a few ghosts floated off and i feel peaceful and easy and grateful for what my life has been... and for who i am becoming as a result. my mom is good at softness, at generosity of spirit, at acceptance and forgiveness. she knows the value of really, truly being who you are and working to become better but never hiding yourself from the world or from others. she is wise and beautiful and i feel so blessed to have had her all to myself for two whole weeks. i'll be heading back out to tennessee in a couple months for round 2.

my bags are still in the car. i was much too tired to even care by the time we got home last night. and i hope to have sunday dinner with the neighbors tonight. there is silliness to be had and to propagate. :)

it's drizzling and silent and wonderful. my paintings look beautiful to me. beautiful AND smart. my eyes are clear and full of play again. i love everything.

2 comments:

Marta Sanchez said...

Did Seattle's old mayor who didn't salt or plow anything except his road during a rare snow storm find work in Tennessee? Glad you are home safe, break out the cocoa!

angela simione said...

hahahahahaha! i guess so! jerks! that shit was crazy dangerous!

it's good to be home, marta. i am celebrating currently with online shopping and tons of hazelnut coffee. ha!