Keeping it real with pensioners.

January 30th 2013.

 words for today are:  
Viscosity
And  
Chance: Möglichkeit Gelegenheit Zufall Aussicht Fügung Risiko

A year in Brief Janaury 2012-January 2013:

Opening Event for 2013: North Shore weekend and a butterfly takes a morning walk with me.  A butterfly in january.  The word "transition" starts pounding at the inside of my forehead.  2012 will be a year of transistions.  A catterpillar completely disolves while in the pupa, transitioning from larva, to gooey mass,  to mature, winged, flying insect. For me 2012 marks the onslaught changes.  From this way of thinking to that, from country to country. I remember trying to hold on to some semblance of my form, resisting the dissintigration, resisting gooey mass stage, but it is the inevitable course of things.

 January Arrived to Germany.  Left Germany.

 February Arrived to Tel Aviv like a wind storm and sat quiety on retreat in a Kibbutz hear Galilee during Purim, listening to the holiday of drunken excess beyond the pagoda walls. I floated in the Dead Sea and licked the eyes of a fellow swimmer to rescue her from saltwater blindness. layovers in Germany with just enough minutes to have a take-away pizza party with friends.

 March April May The Minneapolis Chapter:  I choreographed my first musical about the St Paul Ganster Scene, and I reunited with TU Dancers. We created "January paying tribute to Janus, the roman god of beginnings and transitions.

 June I plauded through the Appalachian Mountains to see how people slow down. I notice things: they prioritize each other and music and visits to good watering holes on hot days.  

June I climb The Rocky Mountains to see how my dearest childhood friend is flourishing, now with her own child named Petra, the sure footed.  

July I take a Holiday to Kassel for Dokumenta, Berlin for more dear friends, and Norway with my trustworthy pensioner entourage of three: my mother, my namesake, and my kindred of a different generation: Sally/Sara. I saw where my family grew their apples and grazed their cows in the 18th and 19th centuries. I took a morning dip in the icy blue water in Sandane. It was time travel. It was a memory bank.

August Stockholm, Sweden and the beginning of my time with the Cullberg Ballet. Beginnings are blissfully itchy.

September I turned 30. 

October I took my first travels to the continent of Asia: Seoul Korea

November We, the Cullberg, tour to Norway.  I get sicker than I have been since I was in elementary school with stomach flu.  I enjoy the the views from hotel rooms, rice with salt, and potaoes with butter.  I introspect too much.

December Norways introspective stomach flu chapter encourages me to take Christmas back in Minnesota and to take time to assess my choices.  I take silent retreat there for 4 days over the new year holiday and it does something grand.  I fall in love. It is a love affair with my current causes and conditions, though often awkward and teetering into "I don't knows", I am beginning to realize that it all belongs. I am beginning to not only practice, but also believe, that it really "doesn't have to be anything and doesn't have to look like anything." I start to have a little courage to do my life.  In Sweden.  As it unfolds. Trying new things.

 January Closing Event: North Shore weekend and I take a morning walk with a Moose.  Steadiness.

Then a flight back to Stockholm by way of Germany where I have a lay over with just enough minutes to have another take-away pizza party with friends.

Oh, I forgot to mention: Obama was reelected in there. that was a success by my standards.

A lot of people came and went last year. I am excited to watch some of them grow up from babies in to regular sizes humans, and I will miss the ones that left.  I will have to go on without them on this, my own temporary earth walk.

my working question: what is the chance of events?  If I stay here, right here,  what will show up?
Well, back to work on 2013...