Tuesday May 5 2015

Woman Collage. Randy Mora.[i]

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Involved in a full court pick-up basketball game in a gym I'm not familiar with. Fifteen minutes have already gone by and the clock has been set for another fifteen. I get a rebound and become surrounded at the baseline by the other team flailing their arms to block my pass. It's hard to pick out who my teammates are. Eventually, I just toss it in Elliott's direction. The ball gets tipped out of bounds. Immediately after, a crowd of teenage girls comes rushing out of the bleachers to celebrate the other team's win. They all have the exact same hairstyle: long, straight, and dirty blonde.

Me: "I don't understand! What are they celebrating for? We still have time in the game!"

They fill up the courts and nobody can move. Then, they start singing a haunting chorus. I'm upset cause the clock is still running and we could be playing basketball. Gradually, I forget about the game and start feeling an overwhelming sense of female nurturing. Being surrounded by all the girls reminds me of my mom's spirit. I feel comfortable and like a baby boy wrapped in his mother's arms. 

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Waking up at 11:30 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Black Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Strawberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.


Business. Errands.


Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese and Strawberry Jam. Blue Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea. Banana.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Navel Orange.


At the Great Neck Rec with Ana shooting the basketball around and running on the treadmill.

"I feel like an apple...on a stick...with caramel!" Ana explains how she feels after she eats too much of something.


Brother's Pizza and Salad for dinner tonight. Ana and I stay in the kitchen, being the kitchen witches that we are. She prepares her morning fruit drink and lunch while I brew a big pitcher of honey green tea.


At the music space trying to get a good setup for practicing songs through the PA system but it keeps cutting on and off – the malfunction is probably from the water damage but thankfully it's insured. Ana drops by to sing our songs together. She's disappointed when she leaves cause we still haven't had sex this week. It's my fault cause my life gets so clouded and busy that my physical intimacy skills have faded. I don't like it cause it's an important part of our relationship.

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I continue practicing on my own for another hour.


Back home. Hydrating my body with lemon water and some Blueberries.


Sleep 4 a.m.


[i] Randy Mora.

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