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Cinematic Moment:  Therapy abroad.

At the time I wrote my last blog posting, I was wallowing in a boiling vat of self pity like an overcooked french fry.  I was slated to leave for London in days with no computer to work on or to document my CM's on.  I would soon find out my new telephone didn't work overseas either.  Instead of fighting it anymore and scrambling to turn on international service, I decided to go a different route.  I picked up a book called "Writing Down the Bone."  It had been recommended by a friend's mother to stir up some creativity and passion in my writing--to tap into a place I have been trying to find again.  Then I went to Staples and scoured the aisles for the perfect pen and pad.  I needed something that would glide on paper relatively fast, unlike the number 2 pencil I'd been holding onto; A book that was a backdrop to what I would write, instead of its embossed leather taking center stage.  

The whole time away I wrote my ass off.  Not on a blog or in one of 95 different standard fonts stock on Microsoft Word.  I wrote in CAPITALS, in flowerly cursive, in chaotic rushed italics without any punctuation at all.  Sometimes it would strike me in the middle of the night and I'd write in the dark, not caring if the words ran into each other.  I spent an entire morning at Starbucks immersed in my own head, the whole time lecturing myself for not choosing some quaint corner coffee shop that was new, but finding inspiration in that.  One thing led to another and even if I hated what was coming out, I kept pushing through without critiquing myself.  It felt like swimming to the top of a pool when I'd been lying at the bottom until my lungs were about to burst-a gasp of oxygen.  No computer, no missed calls or text messages to pull my focus.  

The trip was amazing and I have a quarter of a notebook filled to look through in a few months for tidbits of honest writing.  A few of you have asked me about my life on the road and the CM's that surely come from being with my man.  Yes, there are many shining moments that come from travel with a musician and more importantly someone who embodies the word "love."  But this blog isn't necessarily about finding cinematic moments in the times that are already considered out of the ordinary.  It's about finding that in the everyday mundane bullshit we all have to wade through-the untied shoelace that throws you off the treadmill, the phallic looking vegetables in the supermarket you can't help but giggle at, watching the snow fall as if it were the first time, holding hands even while you read two separate books.  CM's are happening all around you if we take the time to open our eyes to the world instead of letting it circle us unnoticed.

My computer comes home tomorrow.  My phone is back in use.  My head is back in the game. Let's get crazy, kids:)