I cut the tip of my finger off with a vegetable peeler a few weeks ago and it's finally closed up and I just about can play violin passionately again. I've felt down at the many attempts I've had with forcing my finger to work with me, the string would sit right across the cut, a relentless pain I didn't like the reminder of... Especially when playing violin is what I originally used to express pain. That makes the prospect of any further injury terrifying. It's not just having a cough, it's your throat closing up.
I've made the switch from my winter wardrobe to my spring this past weekend. Though, the weather is still deciding if it wants to hit us with another snow storm or the prescence of a bee, my closet stays stuck in this form of perpetual autumn. So much so in fact, that the only difference between my winter and spring wardrobe, is whether my cardigans and sweaters have flowers on them or are a brighter shade of pastel pink than my dark pink wool alternative.
I've been out to the theater a lot more recently and have started my new list for all the films I plan to watch this year and those I've already seen with my ratings of them. I ended up seeing Resurrection from Bi Gan at this indie theater, an almost three hour epiphany of sorts who tells you what to think with simple words in exchange for the visual of said words being as complicated as possible. My spouse and I went to the theater to see Marty Supreme from Josh Safdie a second time. I love the merging of 50s and 80s themes, the several near Out-of-Body experiences garnered between the shifting of excitement for a form of disposition I personally loathe to then feeling content in having such a loathing for said character, and the colors and frills of it all were delightful.
Growing up, I read a lot of articles and posts in regards to aging and how one day you'll just sit up out of bed and realize you woke up all wrong and then somehow, you never wake up "right" again. It can be a kind of nagging in your calf or a knob in your neck. Nevertheless, it doesn't seem to understand that it's staying its welcome. In the past few years I haven't excercised as much as I used to and some mornings I do feel this visitor of sorts coming my way. I'll feel uncertain in my step and I feel more fragile. Which is ironic considering how I feel much stronger than before in my stature and being. So, I've started to take up excercising a few times a week and I've really gotten into it! Initially, I felt nauseous and sickly. Though, now that I've been at it for more than a week I feel a lot more energetic and present in my actions. It's been very nice.
I'm going to see two more movies this week, The Bone Temple and No Other Choice . Then, my spouse and I enjoy a movie night with a friend of ours every Wednesday. I'm thinking of watching Mirror from Tarkovsky again. If you've never seen it, I highly recommend. Very cinematic, poetic, and worth pondering.
