Monthly Archives: March 2010

selective memories

Posted on March 18, 2010 by the jodi

I have a bum leg. Actually, it’s a bum foot. A motorcycle accident in  ’79 banged up my right side pretty good. 1979 was not a year of a lot of doctors or self care for the jodi. It got better, but now and then it still acts up. My foot swells, or I can’t feel it at all, or I stop being able to anticipate where the ground is going to be on that side when I walk. It … Continue reading →

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sex and violins, or “I’m not dropping my drawers for Babs”

Posted on March 8, 2010 by the jodi

In case you were wondering, I can be seduced by good music. When the music is really good, you can just leave. Once you put the music on, your work is done. The music is enough. El Farol from Santana’s Superstition, for example. Take a moment to listen. Let it play while you read…. I hear that and I’m being made love to, slowly. Deliberately. Expertly. The music you bring sets a mood, sure. But, it also tells me who … Continue reading →

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taking pictures of god

Posted on March 7, 2010 by the jodi

There’s a Sufi poet, Hafiz (the best translations are the ones by Daniel Ladinsky).  Hafiz writes love poems to God. This is one of my favorites. Every child has known God Every child has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don’ts, Not the God who ever does Anything weird, But the God who knows only four words. And keeps repeating them, saying: “Come Dance with Me , come dance.” Everyone wonders what God looks like. … Continue reading →

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