Ayumi's Every Other Day

Dust collectors

Ayumi — Tue, 17 May 2011 20:36:16 +0000

Sensations on my skin of the breeze that come in

Sound of the boys sleeping

I think of food yet I’m not hungry

I think of life

I allocate myself in relation to my surrounding

time

I felt love yesterday

Because it was a sunny day

Today I feel abandoned

Because the sky is grey

And there’s dust on the windowpane

I want to swipe it but then

It’ll collect again

Dust collectors

Memory makers

Sensation seeking

Dream rakers

Blah,

life

Breeze on my skin

This breeze

Bare sole

Ayumi — Sat, 07 May 2011 22:19:38 +0000

Walked barefoot yesterday,

on the beach, up the steps, on the pavement, to my house.

Running, my heels didn’t touch the ground.

I felt lighter, empowered, like I owned evert step I took

- They were My steps! Every one of them!

The pavement felt cleaner than it looked. It was warm,

softer than I expected.

I found again, something lost,

kindred afresh a relationship

a skinship,

between my bare sole

and my other mother.

changes

Ayumi — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 04:08:25 +0000

love

above

struggle, we laborers

what is alone

when the sky dances before you?

fair music rest my soul

i am a laborer

taken,

whole

2011. Back on board.

Ayumi — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 06:29:41 +0000

Hands on my hips, I look down at boxes. Some still empty, some packed full. With one finger I sweep the dust off my window pane. It’s time for a move.

I’m taking classes on child development. It’s fascinating, how they grow. How love makes them grow…

Scatter brained still, I haven’t found a place to move to yet. I just know it’s time.

Yesterday we had a house party, it was L’s birthday. She had over her family, an exciting family, her sanguine father with a bass-tone laughter, her mother, somewhat shy and a musician, and her step-mother, comfortable in her body, sharp eyes, a writer.

Upon leaving, her step-mum casually gave me her card. So she writes a blog. No wonder: upon first encounter I wanted to know what she saw, through her focused lenses. I read her writing and I was satisfied.

I might take up writing again. I think I just may love words. Like how children need love to grow, I think I need words to grow.

So I’ll pack my books and laptop last, and see what I can do with this renewed relationship.

Gift for all children

Ayumi — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 03:56:36 +0000

Zing!

Add a box of Tylenol for all mothers.

Idea! Decorate hospital ceilings!

Ayumi — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 21:51:10 +0000

This is an idea from some time ago, to decorate hospital ceilings so bed-ridden patients have something to look at other than a plain white ceiling. An efficient way to do it would be for a printing company to make cloth panels of different art images that clip onto a section of the ceiling over the bed. Patients then can choose from an array of designs, and enjoy a different art whenever they please.

Anybody up for this idea?

Idea! Heart shaped packing peanuts

Ayumi — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 21:42:44 +0000

Late last night I though of sending my love in a box, and wondered why there aren’t heart shaped packing peanuts? Then I thought of making a company, if it made financial sense, and develop other designs like star and kiss shaped peanuts, or bubbles in different colours. Then, if it was successful, to partner up with blood donation vans in developing countries and send a percentage of the income to support blood donation. It all comes from the heart, right?

Then I thought of the time and energy and commitment to make this happen, and wondered if I should share the idea on my blog and see if anybody would take up on the idea? Or partner up with me?

Disclaimer notes

Ayumi — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 21:26:19 +0000

Am I the only one who, when reading disclaimer notes written in fine print on the bottom of company statements and such, hear it in the voice of super high-speed voice over talent, just like on radio ads?

Two stories about money

Ayumi — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 20:45:51 +0000

At an art festival called Burning Man, somebody made a dome with dollar bills loosely attached to the entire wall. The theme was trust. People went inside the dome, thought and felt whatever they would, and came out. Until, of course, one fool nicked a few bills.

Another story, this one about a man who had a desire to convert a lot of money into one dollar bills, go to a crowded place in one of the poorest nations, and throw them all down to the people from a window of a tall building. He wanted to watch people hysterically scrabble for the cash.

There’s something deeply wrong about that, I actually feel bad writing it ….

Brain exercise!

Ayumi — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 07:45:09 +0000

From the following sixteen facts, try to determine:

A. Who drinks the water? B. Who owns the zebra?

1. There are five houses.

2. The Englishman lives in the red house

3. The Spaniard owns a dog

4. Coffee is drunk in the green house

5. The Ukranian drinks tea

6. The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house

7. The Old Gold smoker owns snails

8. Kools are smoked in the yellow house

9. Milk is drunk in the middle house

10. The Norwegian lives in the first house

11. The Chesterfields smoker lives next door to the man with the fox

12. Kools are smoked in the house next to the house with the horse

13. The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice

14. The Japanese smokes Parliaments

15. The Norwegian lives next door to the blue house

16. In each house there is one nationality, one pet, one cigarette smoker and one liquid drink.

President Kennedy solved this problem in 21 minutes. The Advertising Director of a famous national magazine took over 2 hours to solve it…how about you?

I solved it in an hour! Yes! Yes! My brain feels so refreshed that I feel I don’t need to take a shower!