i woke up this morning energized and happy, for the first time in months. was it because of the orthobionomy session w/kalpesh? the intense hour long zumba class? the intensive tai chi? 5 tibetan rites (i had dropped them but just started again 2 days ago)? i'll never know. but it was nice. continued the tour booking frenzy as well as doing the 5 tibetan rites, the 8 brocades (chi gung), the tai chi form and the new chi gung exercises kalpesh gave me yesterday. meditating was super agitating for some reason, my whole right side was just tensing grrrrr.
made a strawberry/banana/blueberry/coconut milk/hemp milk/orange juice/coconut/sunflowerseed/vanilla smoothie.....and...........
for practice time worked on "now's the time" for jazz rep. i still get so frustrated with that jazz stuff. trying to be original and inventive while using interesting tones within ever shifting weirdass scales...but i just keep plugging away, hopeing someday i will stop feeling like i'm trying to paint monet with my feet. sigh. Rustemul is getting better, i hear it so clearly in my head from having danced it and heard it for my whole childhood. it is such a rush to play it. oof!
had my fancy pants lunch (salad with arugula, cilantro, goat cheese and honey mustard dressing, grouper and roasted potatoes, dolma) then jd picked me up for our voice lesson. our vocal teacher is a total weirdo, in a pretty awesome way. she had us do some warm-up sirens, then octaves, and finally diphthongs---saying one vowel with the throat and a different one with the mouth. it opens up the whole neck in a crazy way with all this wild overtones. i sang loly paphbay for her, for feedback and of course and its the same thing; i'm all stuck up in my nasal cavity and need to draw the sound down. crazy, its the exact same stuff that kalpesh was working on with me. i get all anxious and all this crazy stuff just sits like a lump in my chest and neck. he was working with me to develop the ability to move it around and eventually draw it down to my legs and feet.
as usual, jd and i have opposite but complimentary patterns and habits. i tend to have a too-bright, nasally sound, and he's stuck stiffly staying down low. so our homeworks are to basically to do the opposite.
post lesson i convinced jd to go to archer road hell, where all the huge box stores are. looking for little swing dance sneakers took awhile, but in the end was successful. then we got sucked into michael's--jd needed velcro for his cello strap, but its hard to leave michael's once your in there. .....Wait, i think i need some tiny sparkly flowers. and body glitter. and striped clothespins....Then since we were already so deeply entrenched in box store hell we figured we'd just submit and go to trader joe's. somehow we ended up searching endlessly for mochi ice cream. Trader Joe's: 1 Humanity: 0. But i was happy to find cheapass organic banana's to beef up my smoothie stores.
made a strawberry/banana/blueberry/coconut milk/hemp milk/orange juice/coconut/sunflowerseed/vanilla smoothie.....and...........
for practice time worked on "now's the time" for jazz rep. i still get so frustrated with that jazz stuff. trying to be original and inventive while using interesting tones within ever shifting weirdass scales...but i just keep plugging away, hopeing someday i will stop feeling like i'm trying to paint monet with my feet. sigh. Rustemul is getting better, i hear it so clearly in my head from having danced it and heard it for my whole childhood. it is such a rush to play it. oof!
had my fancy pants lunch (salad with arugula, cilantro, goat cheese and honey mustard dressing, grouper and roasted potatoes, dolma) then jd picked me up for our voice lesson. our vocal teacher is a total weirdo, in a pretty awesome way. she had us do some warm-up sirens, then octaves, and finally diphthongs---saying one vowel with the throat and a different one with the mouth. it opens up the whole neck in a crazy way with all this wild overtones. i sang loly paphbay for her, for feedback and of course and its the same thing; i'm all stuck up in my nasal cavity and need to draw the sound down. crazy, its the exact same stuff that kalpesh was working on with me. i get all anxious and all this crazy stuff just sits like a lump in my chest and neck. he was working with me to develop the ability to move it around and eventually draw it down to my legs and feet.
as usual, jd and i have opposite but complimentary patterns and habits. i tend to have a too-bright, nasally sound, and he's stuck stiffly staying down low. so our homeworks are to basically to do the opposite.
post lesson i convinced jd to go to archer road hell, where all the huge box stores are. looking for little swing dance sneakers took awhile, but in the end was successful. then we got sucked into michael's--jd needed velcro for his cello strap, but its hard to leave michael's once your in there. .....Wait, i think i need some tiny sparkly flowers. and body glitter. and striped clothespins....Then since we were already so deeply entrenched in box store hell we figured we'd just submit and go to trader joe's. somehow we ended up searching endlessly for mochi ice cream. Trader Joe's: 1 Humanity: 0. But i was happy to find cheapass organic banana's to beef up my smoothie stores.
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