Last weekend we cut wire from a discarded car tyre (there was a huge pile of random trash in our street, again) to make arame (wire string) for my berimbau – my old wire snapped a few weeks ago while stringing.
Tools/materials: Carpet knife (not the best choice, a decent serrated knife would have been more effective), cut protection glove, gardening gloves, pliers, sanding paper, trash bag.
Might sound like a weird way to spend a Sunday afternoon while nursing a headache, but it made me extremely happy and also a little proud. As a friend told me, there are many capoeiristas who have yet to make their own arame. I might not be a very good capoeirista (saw a video of me playing for the first time last week, looked horrible), but I’m pretty motivated right now. A little too motivated, maybe, my body is not happy right now. I’ll elaborate on that in one of my next posts.
The arame is not perfect – too thick wire – but good enough for practising at home.
Ding dong dong.
Sorry for two months of radio silence.
I’ve been busy getting used to a full time job in which I have to concentrate a lot – during the first month I just came home and went to bed, too exhausted to survive even one full capoeira class per week. Now after a little more than two months I’m starting to build a routine of juggling work, 2-3 capoeira classes/week (one week I even made it through 4 1/2!), household chores (though I still neglect these a lot), weekly choir practise (I cut myself a lot of slack here, too), and much needed down time. We got a sofa and I enjoy just sitting and reading in peace for an hour or two instead of filling my head with random internet stuff. I’m rereading A Game of Thrones so I’ll finally be able to get to the second volume, but there are some other books I started reading as well.
Today we came back from a short trip (four nights), some first photos are up on instagram.com/starfishskies. We hiked up rock formations and down into forests, slept and read a lot, we even watched normal TV. Yesterday we spent the evening in a swimming hall where they have different fun things like a pool that leads outside where they put on fog and lights at night, and a pool with salt water where you can float, watch lights and listen to underwater music (totally my thing, so relaxing).
Don’t forget the stars
among the bright neon lights
keep your sense of wonder.
Recently I’ve been asked again about my eyes, whether I have two different colours or what.
The short answer: I have sectoral heterochromia in my left eye. Before I recently learnt the word I always told people it was like a small birthmark, just in the iris. So one of my eyes is completely of this weird, changing blueish-grey colour that looks different everyday, the other one has a brownish section.
I’m really excited right now – I’ll start a new job on Monday! My first real full time job! Luckily I don’t have to move to a different city. I’ll be working in a language project for an internet company. I won’t tell more because I’ll have to sign a NDA and whatever, but yeah, totally excited and a little bit scared.
Summer is finally here, the heat, the sweat, the short pants. So your legs aren’t perfect, so what? So you’re covered in bruises from playing sports, from playing it rough, from playing hard the game of life? Wear your bruises with pride, those marks of warrior strength on your still pale legs.
Don’t let them tell you you’re unworthy of the comfort of short clothes on warm days, don’t let them tell you bruises on pale flesh are not what a woman should wear. They are marks of an active life, of enough health to roll and run and climb, and just as well marks of honour for falling down and getting up, for hitting obstacles and still moving on.
Wear your bruises with pride, and flash them all a knowing grin. Make them jealous of daring to be bold and brave and full of life, no matter how often you stumble and hit the ground.
I have a lot of thoughts in my head these days, but they are somewhat vague, some hazy, some blurred, some to quick and complex to be caught in words yet. I want to write more again, more often, more organized. I tried to push forward in life and suppressed that creative voice inside, tried to find a more grown-up creativity, tried to press myself in a mold I won’t ever fit. Lately I’ve been going back to reading my old stories – the really crazy, surreal ones (mostly SciFi fanfiction with random strange occurrences) – and to watching the old shows that had been my refugium in teenage years. I want to write again, and try to voice my old sense of wonder again, to put down the absurd episodes my brain brings up whenever given the opportunity to breathe. Maybe someday I’ll find a story that will be wondrous enough to captivate others.
Also, future not clear yet. Destination unknown. Vague ideas, nothing tangible.
Remember how we
followed the creek below shrubs
the land of black stones