I’ve been gushing about The Reign of Kindo quite a bit lately. For example, here,here and here. So you can imagine my glee upon discovering that they were playing a FREE SHOW at Rockwood Music Hall last night.
Tim and I scampered downtown for dinner at nine. Amazing Mexican food with salty, frozen margaritas on a warm summer night.
Afterwards we shuffled over to the venue. The boys performed on Stage 2 located in a lovely, quite intimate space where we soared to the front and bopped to an incredible one hour performance.
Thank you Reign of Kindo for an amazing set! I’m still writing poetry to your songs. Please come back to New York City again soon.
You know, blog family, sometimes I get so caught up with daily crazies that I don’t place enough emphasis on the most critical life occurrences taking place.
Like my husband, for example.
Around eleven weeks ago, a stranger and I ended up on the same block. I invited him to New York City for no other reason besides knowing at first sight that he and I were supposed to meet.
We haven’t separated since.
Something I find entertaining is that while I have attempted to express my elation here and there, the inability of many local humans to rejoice in any type of happiness or divinity which does not offer personal, immediate benefit seems challenging.
I wonder why that is?
In 2009, I started this “blog” off heartbroken in Australia trying to figure out how I would escape. Today I live in Manhattan, support myself independently as a Writer, and am now married to someone who essentially appeared out of thin air and blessed my world with wondrous emotions I spend each day seeking descriptions for.
Since Tim and I have been together, I’ve noticed a decrease in phone calls and an increase in blog traffic. I find this somewhat voyeuristic…
Tim is bloody amazing cult collective, considering how wild my last few weeks have been – I felt the need to explicitly express this. He’ll read this post at some stage, blush and say something like, “Babe. That’s embarrassing…”
Then I’ll smile and stare at him, which is what I spend most of my free time doing lately. I hope your day is filled with smiles too… the more I smile, the easier it is to sift through what to keep close and what to let go.
I noticed this way…
my fingers curled
when we kissed.
behind his house
in the neighborhood
where we grew up,
in front of
on the trails
he used to drive around
He kissed me
and my hand shaped
an open-palm fingertip grip.
with anxiety and
possession, both kinds.
Praise and grace.
The sun was shining
for the first time
that summer. He and I
back to back winters
for different reasons.
Hemisphere. A year
When life presents you
with over twelve months
of winter, for whatever reason,
the heat that finally penetrates
to the long-awaited
It’s Memorial Day weekend here in the States, the first long weekend of the summer.
I elected to hide in the forest over the weekend. Thus far, it’s proving to be most perfect. Everything is electric green from recent showers; I’ve been spending time with the family still speaking to me since my wedding; and I’m thoroughly enjoying a minute out of midtown.
I think we walked about five miles today. So much in fact that when we departed for our final excursion the neighbors across the street commented, “That’s your fourth walk today.”
I’ve had, and enjoyed, lots of thinking time over the weekend. Heaps of laughing time. And a bit of writing time.
July 1st will be my official move from midtown to uptown. The puppies are gearing up to arrive around July 7 – it’s all quite, very much unbelievably exciting.
I always sleep better in the house I grew up in for some reason. There are thunderstorms outside at the moment. I’m going to dream about stories with the windows open.
FollowMeToNYC expresses daily thoughts of Gretchen Cello that tend to change with the tides. Naturally these concepts do not reflect those of her employer... or anyone else you may see her walking down the sidewalk with one day.