All I want to do is dance, which is great since that’s what I’ll be doing for the next week. Dancing my way around packing boxes — a week to pack up our house and move up the street. Dancing with an adagio partner — as we prepare for a fundraising performance. And dancing on to a plane — tune in Monday for details. So what better way to kick off an energetic future than with swing dancing last night. Chiseled and I donned matching blue attire and met up with FlexiRed. She showed us her expert footwork as we tried to keep up. While I’m not great at swing, I can tell you it is a ton of fun! And by the end of the night we gave up swinging for our adagio tricks. When in doubt just throw me in the air! I’m hoping to ride the energy of last night’s swinging good time over the next 9 days. As I’ll need to kick up my superhero skills to battle the chaos that is this coming week.
Sparkling with the Sea
The tide has slyly slipped away. Exposing my coral sisters and me. We shake the sea from our sides. And grow. Drying out from the long night of water log. Stretching towards the sky. The sun our unspoken goal. It’s a race to see which among us can reach the glowing goddess above. My roots tug my stalk in place, but I yearn for height. Our calcium flutes flourishing ever higher. Fanning phalanges gather the energizing rays. With the warmth of day my being begins to glow. Sparkling with the sea. My sisters join in a shimmery display. A rooted mural. Waiting for waves to steal the sun away.
Rooftop Snuggles
Friday I was just having a bad day. I haven’t had one of those in awhile and I definitely let it get the better of me. I’m a firm believer in opposites give meaning. We have bad days in order to show us the extent of our good days. So I’ve been overdue for a less than ideal weekend. After a never-ending night of performances, mishaps, and long lines I was ready for a little aerial love from my favorite flying folks. And Saturday delivered. With an afternoon of joyous silk drops in the park, rooftop sunset, home-made dinner, impromptu pole play, and a slumber party of aerialists. Circus Sunday was nothing like the plan as I woke up with the worst kind of stomach pain. You know the kind that leaves you willing to worship whatever deity who can cure your ailment. I appreciate having wonderful people in my life that will cook amazing breakfasts and snuggle me while I lay in a pile of pain. And though their offer to take a sunny nap in the park amongst their beautiful silk acts was tempting, I needed to go home. Where I could lock myself in a dark room and die over the next sixteen hours and phoenix rise this morning a fresher and happier L. I don’t know what yesterday’s stomach problem was, but I certainly hope to avoid a repeat anytime soon. Putting aside my lower moments over the last thirty-six hours (runaway emotions, exhaustion, stomach death); I am grateful for one great day out of three.
Friday’s duo chair performance:
One Friday
Have you checked the calendar today? In case you were unaware it’s that magical First Friday time again! And tonight will be a little less pole, but a whole lot of sexy. It’s one of my favorite Hawaiian performing arts venue’s birthday. To honor such a great space there will be a variety of circusy, folksy, and generally awesome acts with birthday themes. My pole sister, Firecracker, and I have teamed up for another tantalizing twosome. And this time it’s with a chair. So if you’re Chinatown way tonight, follow the line of attractive performers for an unforgettable birthday bash.
Crumbling Capsule
Somewhere along the sea lies a range of forgotten stone. Tucked into the edge of Earth. I lay dormant. A giant encapsulated in these rocky walls. Watching thousands of people come to be, only to pass away at my feet. Start their wars that fizzle to rest. Birth nations of fleeting expanse. And build brief bridges to new worlds. Cycles of life before me. I have waited. Grown jealous of the passersby. Their joyous faces taunting me. Reminding me of the free sun my skin once felt. Now is the time to rise. To crumble the cuffs of sediment that bind me in place. To move amongst the living. This giantess will go.
Sky Lust
Flight was the theme of my weekend. Okay, who am I kidding? Flight is the theme of nearly all my recent days. Maybe I just have hollow bones! E flew off Saturday evening giving me six hours to kill before I had to pick up DucatiD from the airport. Luckily Hawaii has good food and friends to pass the time. With E soaring through the sky and friends dropped off, I snuggled to sleep in my empty home. Only to start Sunday circus with another airport pickup — taxi license in my future? Chisel arrived home in perfect time for silks and acro in the park. I commend him for being alert and willing enough to play after traveling all day. We ran the sun down and had our usual fruit-filled dinner while being serenaded by our new favorite local guitarist Greencard. One final pitstop on the weekend’s run around schedule, was dropping Chisel off at his vacant home. Where we found his jeep had a flat tire. In true duo fashion we tackled the tire task. And as I was putting the final tightening touch on the lug nuts, I slipped and punched Chisel’s jeep with my face. My clumsy super power always shows up at the most appropriate times. I can now check off jeep face-punching from my to-do list. Thankfully the resulting black eye is faint enough that I don’t look too abused. Nothing a little sunshine and arnica won’t solve. Spring has sprung in its jumbling-of-life manner. Everyone has been coming or going lately. Perhaps it’s my time to mix things up and be chauffeured next week. My time to soar away.
House Turtle
Just me and turtle for the next week or two. If you don’t have a house turtle I highly recommend procuring one. They are comforting and make a house feel like a home. And I will surely need his snuggle powers this month with all that is going down. April is turning into spring cleaning on crack — houses, travel, relationships — and the month hasn’t even begun! E is leaving tomorrow for two weeks of business on the mainland. If you know of any fun slumber parties going down over the next two weeks count me in! There may be a ticket to the east coast with my name on it somewhere in those two weeks or potentially later in April/early May (you know I’m a last minute decider). On top of mainland adventures there is this pesky task of moving. We just happen to be moving two streets away from our current house. Which is convenient, but of course I would prefer a hillside abode in the city. So now I have to coordinate the next month. Rendezvous with E on the east coast and make it back in time to move; pack the house and forego seeing E for a month; plan my east coast visit to fall around the time of family/friends’ travel plans; forget it all and head for antarctica — the options are endless. And when the options are endless my indecisive nature completely shuts down, leaving me at the mercy of random chance.
What Awaits
There’s something out there. Singing its eerie song. Deep and ominous tones bellowing beneath the surf. Bubbling out into the air. It sounds monstrous. Luring me to the rocky edge. My feet growing bloody from the cavalier run across coral shores. I’m guarded. Fearful of the giant beast that awaits. Wondering if I should head back. Knowing curiosity won’t allow me. I creep to the edge. Heart racing. Body buzzing with its song. I slowly crest the wall between us. Needing to know the seductive musician. Playing into his curse. And there. Right below me. It lies.
Carny Goodness
Riding rickety rides and stuffing sweets with smiling friends is one of the best ways to spend a weekend. Friday silks turned into avoiding sprinkling rain showers, so the crew decided to get our aerial fix by riding high-flying carnival rides. My supportive friends helped me conquer my childhood arch-nemesis, The Pharaoh. We partook in my all time favorite fried food, Funnelcake. And we perfectly timed our ferris wheel ride to be at the top for, The Friday Fireworks. It was a magical evening of childhood delights mixed with acrobatic fun by carny lights. Saturday, Mistress Badass and I spent the first half of our day helping Chisel move his whole life into storage. When faced with the question of what to do with our Saturday night the answer was obvious — Carnival Round 2! More fears were conquered. More salty, sweet treats were consumed. And this time we did tricks on nearly every ride we rode. Including a stag flag in the sky at the top of the ferris wheel. Leaving our carny folk brethren behind we had a Japanese hibachi dinner and ended our evening with a puppy pile of laughter. A splendid way to send off Chisel for a week’s trip to the mainland and Mistress Badass for her too-long-trip of over a month. If the rain hadn’t washed Sunday away, you can bet I would’ve gone to the carnival for a third day in a row. This super hero can’t get enough carny goodness.
Colorful Skin
I seem to like a bit of pain. Which just happens to be a good thing considering how accident prone I tend to be. I don’t think there’s been a day this week where I haven’t cut my foot, hit my head, or gained a new bruise. My affinity for pain leads me to the most perplexing question “what came first?”. Was I born with a love of pain? Or did my clumsy ways spawn a body response that grew to tolerate and sometimes even enjoy the pain? As with the chicken and the egg, I’ll surely never know if pain or clumsy started my bruising endeavor. But I do know that I’m quite proficient at partaking in activities that lead to colorful-skin-markings. Nearly all of my favorite things in life cause a few bumps along the way. And I certainly don’t intend to stop attacking life’s joyous challenges. So the next time you see a bloody bruise-bump on my person just know that I was either doing something I love to obtain such a beautiful blemish or my lovable clumsy nature was shinning that day.