Tuesday, February 17, 2009

my playground

I'm having a wonderful time in New York City with Mister Stevens and our longtime friend Elspeth, who dropped in on her way from England to Trinidad, and who looks like a million dollars. Last night the three of us walked around Harlem to get ingredients for the fish pie Elspeth made for dinner (too good for leftovers), Elspeth and I eating patties, and it was just like fifteen-plus years ago, when we used to day trip Ann Arbor because there was more fun to be had than in Toledo.

As we were going around, ordering basa at the fish market and red wine at the wine store -- even though Elspeth admonished us that white goes with fish -- I felt myself in a place of ease and comfort, present in a way I haven't been. I've been sitting in my house in Houston, doing what my friend V calls ruminating, flipping the same What am I gonna do's? and Why haven't I been able to kill these tired old thoughts? over and over, and it's so soothing to come where everything feels alright. Walking along is just walking along. Talking is just talking. The people to whom we tip our hats along the way just that. No import.

There is so much to be said for knowing people forever. Old friends help me locate the open space, the space that eludes me when I'm alone. What's really lovely is that with them that space is always there, always welcoming me home.

10 comments:

ani & dre said...

that is so true about old friends. you always seem to pick up right where you left off.

woolanthropy said...

Oh yay! I am so happy you are having a good time and catching up. I was starting to worry about you all alone in Houston. I was thinking it might be time for all the foolishness to stop and get your bones back to LA. Mostly for selfish reasons...because why should you be all alone in Texas when we could be running around having fun in LA. I haven't been to Michael Levine's in I don't know how long because it's just not the same without you. At the same time I applaud you for going out there and seeing what you can cook up in TX. I just know what too much time alone in the house does for a mind.

Now let's talk about patties because that sounds like something I can really sink my teeth into and be lovin'.

Big smooches!

Ellen Bloom said...

There's nothing like visiting NY in the winter. It's cold, clear, crisp and inspiring! Sounds like you're having a great time!

You are so right about long-time friends. They are golden.

Elbee said...

Hey! You were in my dream last night! We had rented a little house together in some charming, Silverlake looking hood. You'd gone out for the evening and I was alone in the house, in the dark spying on our new neighbors.

I'm so happy you're having a good time. It's so fun hanging out with people who know you so good.

Anonymous said...

Pictures much?

Heather

afrowalking said...

Excellent! Beautifully put! And thanks for the love about my singing xoxoxo

Anonymous said...

baby i luv u and am scared to not have u.

Anonymous said...

Where is miss NY? and who is that anon writing u a love letter..or is that a death threat???LOL....ahem ahem...

Heather

msaims said...

i haven't stopped by for a month and a half. some heavy shit went down in the new year and i lost my will to blog.

may i just say "I'VE MISSED YOU!"

IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK and it was a real treat having so many posts to read.

happy times
msaims

sahara said...

EEEEEKK! You were HERE?! Damn. This truly underscores my self-centeredness! Well, I'm out of my shell, and happy to be back online. Your blog looks great, and is as creative as ever! See you soon!