So the other night, while inwardly writhing with the sort of pain that only the result of Nathaniel or maybe Serena or no, it was probably Eric, having earlier stepped on a crack might bring, I had the pleasure of meeting in real life some people who previously only knew me online.
Including through this blog.
So, was it slightly weird knowing that the people driving the car I was in and therefore were responsible for my well-being and hello! you never know could just randomly drive into a concrete abutment! knew all about, say, the Ass Cork Incidents? Why, yes! About as weird as knowing my mother reads this daily. DAILY, mind you, as long as it is a MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFriday sort of daily, holidays not included. As if I’m not too important to post on holidays!
But lovely people, lovely. No, I mean it! And I don’t mean “lovely people” like OMG what did I get myself into here??! And can I escape??! No, I mean “lovely people” like, wow, so much better in real life! With hugs and everything! Who I hope to see again (but may have totally screwed that up due to blogging about them).
So here’s a question: is this like the matryoshka dolls? I mean, is there a world-within-a-world-within-a-world here? See, people read my blog. Which is a sort of a world (bear with me here; it is if I say it is, right?). And if I meet them in the outer world, the inner world meets the outer world, which means I can then blog about that outer world back in the inner world.
(I think I took a wrong turn there somewhere, but I REFUSE TO MAKE A U-TURN!)
Lovely people. Did I mention that? (Hi!)
Update on the back thing: after a second trip to the chiropractor, during which she kept muttering things like “cockeyed!” and “wow!”, and a hot bath and some massage and some other massage and some yoga, I can now think more seriously about touching my toes without causing inner convulsions and having to contort my body sideways (”cockeyed!”) in order to, say, put on pants. Or socks. So I have officially moved backward in time from being some 90-odd years old to maybe my 60’s, on a good day, provided I kept myself up all these years. Which I highly recommend, and I plan to get on it soon.
P.S. It is Serena’s birthday today. Yay for 8! However it is a huge indiscretion to attempt to phone her at any time (THE INTERRUPTION! HOW DARE YOU! WHEN I HAVE IMPORTANT TV TO WATCH!), so I will see her tomorrow and there will be cake and a candle that proclaims “8!” and some presents, and then the long long wait a whole nother year for the next one.
January 15th, 2008 at 8:16 pm
Have you thought of trying cranial sacral? When my chiro fails to help me I usually run there. I hope you figure out what’s wrong and get better soon! Pain is not fun!
January 15th, 2008 at 11:46 pm
Just had to share that when I picked up my daughter from after care today… she asked for me to swing her up… she is seven… and I swung her… and something happened… not with my back but with this groin muscle that I somehow pulled without knowing it a few weeks ago.
And suddenly I was writhing on the floor while my daughter asked, are you okay? And I moaned no. And then she’d ask me again.
And then I was trying to scoot myself out of the After-Care room like a dog scooting around the room when it has worms.
I was suddenly transported back to labor because hey
January 15th, 2008 at 11:56 pm
okay hey somehow that posted when my finger slipped.
;-))
anyway… that is my story… pain… less funny now bec. i lost my flow when my finger slipped.
I did get up eventually, by the way… and limped out.
I think I am having a lot of what I generally call “Louise Hay problems” (everything is a “Louise Hay problem” but that’s another thing) because I am somehow fearing a leap.
The pulled groin muscle… the fact I dropped the pedestal heater on my foot leaving a lovely half-moon cut, still swollen, still healing, which I’m sure will leave a lovely half-moon scar… it’s all got something to do with fear of going forward, opening up, moving on, I’m sure.
In the meantime, I’m limping a lot.
Happy Birthday to Serena! Eight is infinity doing a handstand!
Liked your matrioshka (which I can’t spell) metaphor.
About the bumping up of worlds: there is that wierd truth about writers, don’t you think: we like to live both high high above the radar, way up there on the trapeze… or the high wire of a cantor’s call… and simultaneously… deep, deep underground. But we ain’t always comfortable with the space in between nor when we are seen to exist both places, either at once or sequentially.
I know I don’t.
The crazy damn thing is of course all of us are everywhere always.
But I like to hide from that one by holding my hands over my eyes.
With a smile (and a wink!) -
Cynzim
January 16th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Isn’t there something just oddly fascinating about Matryoshka dolls or any other nested objects? How big or small can they get? And is there a missing step that we don’t see where we SHIFT suddenly from the outside of the biggest to the inside of the smallest? Uh-oh! Now I’m confused! Is this the inside of the outside of the inside world? Maybe you should call them Outside2, Outside3, etc., for clarity.
Hey, you know what? I was also with some lovely people this weekend! What great fun that is!
Namaste