Personal Blog, first fridays after a rough week!

Well, this is the first of a series of blogs that I will bang out over time. For the most part, this will be a journal. It could contain random rants or short stream of conscience type crap.

For now, the week has been filled with what felt like failures in the line of duty at work. In the end I think I got the idea. I don't know, I'm still shaky from it all but what the heck. I can't stand to see my boss unhappy. She's a brilliant woman, uber fair, not perfect but always earns the benefit of the doubt. When I learn to better communicate to her information that she may otherwise overlook as trivial or unrelated to an issue, I'll be making progress. Enough of that.

Tonight's first Friday at Railroad Square found me mostly playing hooky from the distro. But the drums called to me. When they call I am compelled to answer. Hand drumming with a group and getting rhythms going strong and synchronized both charges and relaxes me at the same time. It was one hell of a drumming circle tonight. We eventually had girls dancing in the circle. There's a relationship between the drummer and the dancer. The drummer gives forth beats, the dancer responds. As each lends passion in exchange to the other there is response to the stimuli. They lend the beauty of their bodies to the firelit night as the hands make the sounds of pounding heartbeats, ultimately in partnership if only for a little while, we both and all are bettered by the dance and the drum.

I could breathe clearly again after that. The sessions are always too short. Or is it an insatiable thirst, desparate for quenching by lovers that exist but have not yet crossed paths.

I really want to work on this, poetry of sorts. Clumsily fumbling my way through the frustration that lingers from some unpleasurable introduction then moving to more natural flow as the stress induced mental constipation dislodges itself at the start. Like this simple first blog. It starts with what I passed to get to the point where I could exhale. Always a rich source of advice and of some alien philosophy, my boss said a thing that stuck. From her tradition, it is the stress, the hard things and the trouble that are breathed in and peace that is exhaled. I believe it, taken not on faith alone, but on the evidence that is her outward way of dealing with all around her. Yet admittedly I struggle to understand it.