2/2/12 The Lorax ecstasy

It speaks not just for the trees, but to the trees. With unconditional love, and unconditional peace toward all beings, it is possible to speak to nature, to the spirit that moves in all things, and to feel its immediate response, its love for you, its desire for you to have all you need to grow and heal. Speak with the trees, and in your life, also speak for them. It is an ecstasy.

2/1/12 that nameless ecstasy

It feels like being boxed in with cardboard, and it smells like rain. it is freely offered by almost everyone you meet. It hits you like a velvet mitt in the chest and doesn't make you double over, but makes you want to stretch wider. The nameless ecstasy calls out to you low from the bare branches of frozen trees, and it follows you home in the dark, protectively. The nameless ecstasy will not let you go, will not let you go hungry, will assert its right to meet with you again and again.

1/27/12 The weight of a cat

I can't believe I've gone my whole life till now to relax and feel the weight of a cat on my lap. They drape like big bean-bags, settling in so the weight sinks on your thighs to the extent the cat's skin will permit...they sink and drape...is it luxuriantly? And you feel the presence of those little bones in there somewhere, but the bones give a little and allow the drape, the heaviness like a sleeping baby.

01.26.12 Frankenfeet

This isn't truly an ecstasy, more like a modest comfort, but so what. Wore hiking boots to work. I don't know why this invention tickles me so much, but it does. The hiking boots immobilized foot and ankle, precisely like masonry bricks, and my legs like posts rising from them. I felt like a Karloff Frankenstein monster, my well-protected feet falling like stones with each step. Feet snug and cozy like they're in bomb shelters with provisions enough for six months post-apocalypse, feet like they're in bank safes padded with walls of ridiculous paper, feet like they're in an isolated cave in the arctic, waiting to be revived by a foolish, journal-keeping physician-explorer. My feet were Frankenfeet--comfy, padded, remote.

01.15.12 The Yertle thing

Declaring myself an expert on all that I see, all that I do, all that I am. Recently looked up a few websites for locals who may or may not have more or less experience on being themselves than I have. What I find is that people can set up structures and barriers to getting to know people, people can set themselves up as experts, teachers, elders, superiors, website controllers, and still have little portions of their hearts closed off from the people they might want to connect with.

Therefore, it is with awesome tenderness, starstruck affiliation, obsequious utterances and nimble ego-pandering that I declare myself an incomparable expert teacher, reminder, CEO and webmaster, of all things ME! And all things that I see, intuit, feel and know! I am the queen of all I survey (okay, but I'll have to modify that, and say that unlike Yertle, I'm not squishing all the poor shmucks stuck underneath me....I have more like a levitation thing going on, or a hovercraft, yeah).

Ecstasy, declaring oneself an expert on one's own body of knowledge.

This is the first (& only so far) time that I have been brought to ecstacy by a piece of music. The winding path of notes formed a golden color for me that started to break down the barriers between compartments in my mind & body. Like how I imagine, when I am giving someone a deep tissue massage, the correct, sensitively given pressure breaks down "adhesions" in the muscles, helping the client feel lighter, freer, released. In this piece of music, my adhesions were broken down, the clanging bars of filaments between recesses, between cells of being. The constructed walls of separation, the plaster and mortar and bricks crumble. I am again and again on the edge of ecstasy, with each rapid-fire note, and I stay as long as I can bear it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyFwwIHw6nw&feature=related