Home! I did more in the past week than I normally do in two months. NYC two times, LA, a red-eye flight, speaking at a church, doing Homo No Mo in Upstate NY, off to the Mid-West for Equality Ride training and a show for the community, radio interviews, TV shows, meetings with ex-gays, ex-ex-gays, gay activists, and drag queens with even some friends and Friends squeezed in there.
Oh I am not complaining. I have felt so pleased and honored this past week. Over four years ago when I agreed on the inside that I would come forward and tell my story, this is what I envisioned, and through the years I have learned when to chill and back off and take care of myself.
That would be right about now. No e-mails, phone calls or serious talk about anything ex-gay.
Yesterday and today has just been about sleep (and lots of it), quiet, music (Lucinda Williams' West is such a stunning album), prayer, good food, friends, silly funny DVDs (Strangers with Candy, etc), and reading (some William Penn, the Bible, Elaine Pagles' book on the Gospel of Thomas, an action-medical drama by Philip Hawley, Jr. called Stigma and the latest edition of Bitch Magazine--a feminist response to pop culture).
So what do you do when you need a break, when you need to restore your mind, body & soul?
Oh I am not complaining. I have felt so pleased and honored this past week. Over four years ago when I agreed on the inside that I would come forward and tell my story, this is what I envisioned, and through the years I have learned when to chill and back off and take care of myself.
That would be right about now. No e-mails, phone calls or serious talk about anything ex-gay.
Yesterday and today has just been about sleep (and lots of it), quiet, music (Lucinda Williams' West is such a stunning album), prayer, good food, friends, silly funny DVDs (Strangers with Candy, etc), and reading (some William Penn, the Bible, Elaine Pagles' book on the Gospel of Thomas, an action-medical drama by Philip Hawley, Jr. called Stigma and the latest edition of Bitch Magazine--a feminist response to pop culture).
So what do you do when you need a break, when you need to restore your mind, body & soul?
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(Did I mention I'm in the middle of midterms right now?)
Seriously, I haven't gotten to really relax since I started grad school in 2004. I'm really looking forward to finishing my master's degree in December and taking a few months off!
When things get really stressful for me, my wife knows exactly what to do. She takes me shoe shopping. =)
And you should too!
Good luck on your midterms Ally, I just finished mine last week.
Hope you can always find time in your busy schedule to relax as well Peterson. There is always room here if you ever want to just get away from it all, although you will have to go grocery shopping.
Really, Voyager is about to start I have to go get comfortable in my recliner now...
I feel so grateful that I can take the break. As Scott can't attest from knowing me longer than most, I am a wimp.
Okay and now back to DVDs and brown rice. Little Miss Sunshine is about to start. Star Trek? You know I am much more of a Buffy/Ugly Betty/Extras kinda gay.
-Light, happy conversations with friends
-Write long emails/letters to friends (if I can't get to them by calling them)
-Lounging with my dog in bed/on the couch/on a chair/on the floor
-Listening to Girlyman, or any other kind of particularly inspiring music. Usually, when I'm relaxing, I let loose and listen to music from many artists and genres
-Write
-Read
-Sleep
Ooooo...Star Trek. Don't even get me started! I could easily watch Trek reruns twelve or fourteen hours a day. Come to think of it, I think I just came up with a plan for Spring Break! =)
At the mo I have two books on the go, neither of which is particularly relaxing. One is 'silenced sexualities in schools and universities' and one is 'Jesus - The unanswered questions'. Otherwise I like to go and sit on my own in coffee shops people watching or at a beauty spot somewhere where no one can see me but I can see the view.
Here is a poem I wrote about it:
Forged
current draws me, center to the circlet of green.
to where garden-tides ebb, unknown. Unseen.
shadows shift, from grass to leaves,
arms lift, take on dawn's golden sleeves.
light arcs, to find a sacred weld.
Earth, sky, body--
meld.
Vein opens,
infused with soil and water.
forged
The Mother's Daughter.
By DeAnna Britt, who has four boys and knows how much she needs to recharge.
Turn off the computer (as in, Shut It Down).
Don't answer the phone.
Pick up a book that's been waiting for me on my nightstand and read for a little or long while.
Maybe call my best friend from college.
And, best of all...
Go to bed early!
Blessings,
Liz Opp, The Good Raised Up