tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387495892024-03-05T01:43:24.909-03:30My Fair IsleRobynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.comBlogger1295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-83624979450708608082016-09-05T17:32:00.004-02:302016-09-05T17:32:44.350-02:30Onwards and UpwardsMy Fair Isle - and what a fair isle it has been! - is moving its home base to my artist website: <a href="http://www.robynlove.com/">www.robynlove.com</a>. You will still find the unsurpassed content on art and life that you have come to expect. I will leave this page up and active but all new content will be found over at my website. Bookmark it, baby! Comments are welcome over there too.<br />
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I hope to have my yoga therapy website - geared towards my work in palliative care yoga therapy - up and running by the end of the year.<br />
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And you can find me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/robyn.love.10">Facebook</a> and Instagram (under @ikyolove). Join me, friend me, follow me - and stay in touch!Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-28527178424278070802016-08-26T08:02:00.001-02:302016-08-26T08:02:23.918-02:30End and Begin AgainFeels like I just arrived but, in fact, it is almost time to leave. <div>
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My love affair with Newfoundland has had some rocky moments (is that why they call it The Rock?). <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">14 years and counting.</td></tr>
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I think of my time here in three parts: creating The House Museum, running The House Museum and recovering from The House Museum. I think it is fair to say that I almost stopped loving Newfoundland because of THM. It was so intense to live inside an art project - with two children! - and to deliberately immerse myself in the community in a way that was forced rather than developed organically. I don't regret doing the project or how it played out. On the contrary, I think it was very important for me as an artist and for the place where it happened. But there was a price. Or several. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eleanor the Cat's gift.</td></tr>
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One price, among the many, was that I stopped knowing why I came here, which is kind of funny since the whole theme of THM was "why are you here?". By the end of it, I had no idea. The project ended and I was a little embittered about some of the reception it received. My friend Colette died and with her went our shared dream of a growing artist community on the North Shore. I am not really a "vacation home" kind of person and it takes two and a half freaking days to get here. So...why?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Brake's Cove on a gusty day.</td></tr>
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But then, this summer, I felt it again. This place is the place I was meant to live in. It is in my bones and every cell in my body. The weather, the landscape, the people. <i>Mine</i>. I don't want to leave. I have that feeling like I am being torn from my mother's breast.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaron's Arm hiking trail, Burgeo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mad new skillz.</td></tr>
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You don't mess around when you feel that way. You listen and follow.<br />
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Listen and follow.</div>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-87639760718070306902016-08-16T09:04:00.001-02:302016-08-16T09:04:37.093-02:30Impossible Mountain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She is saying something</div>
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and it is very powerful</div>
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but it is not in any language</div>
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that you or I can understand.</div>
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And if we could understand</div>
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we might go crazy.</div>
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She is talking about every single thing that has ever happened.</div>
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It is so impossible to hear</div>
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that you have to be</div>
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an impossible mountain</div>
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bursting from an impossible ocean</div>
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to hear it.</div>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-24894100972625082492016-08-13T09:03:00.002-02:302016-08-13T09:03:34.489-02:30Material as Reliquary<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Detail from Mother/Daughter, 2016. Embroidery thread and hair on cotton, 14" x 18"</td></tr>
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From a recent application:<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
My artwork is about experience, both public and private, for
both myself and the viewer/participant.
Obviously there is my own experience of making the work, which is
sometimes at the center of the piece, such as in some of my laborious, handmade
works where part of the premise of the piece is its very handmade-ness, the
process of making, the meaning of time versus labor, and the appearance of the
artist’s hand in the work. Sometimes I
begin with that and then offer it outward by inviting the viewer to become a
participant in the labor, to devote some of their own time to the project, to
include their hand in the final piece.
And sometimes I step back once the piece has begun and almost obliterate
my own presence so that the project can be carried along by experiences of
others. I become a catalyst between the
idea and the viewer – the spark that sets the experience in motion but then
gets dissolved in the process.<br /><o:p> </o:p>What this looks like (because I am, after all, a visual
artist) varies. It has looked like a
mile-long, handknit road stripe laid on a street in Dallas, TX. It has looked like a house museum for
tourists and locals to interact on the western coast of Newfoundland. It has been hand-dyed, handspun yarn knit
into hats by people of all ages and backgrounds, shared among each other and
with homeless women and children in the Bronx.
It has looked like over five kilometers of handknitting installed by a
highway in South Korea. It has looked
like a fun house created in a university gallery in South Dakota.<br /><o:p> </o:p>More recently, I have been experimenting with subtler ways
of presenting this idea of how we record our experiences for ourselves and each
other. Most of my work over the past 15
years has been increasingly outward-looking even, as I mentioned, to the point
where the artwork is entirely dependent on the participation of the audience
and my presence is no longer necessary or visible. Now I am curious if a similar result can be
created via more inward-looking means.</blockquote>
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<o:p> As I have been stitching down locks and strands of hair that once belonged to Lucy (when she was about eight I think), I have been thinking about how the materials themselves can be the container for the experience. Lucy's hair is an expression of her life as an eight year old - what she ate, how she slept and played and felt - it's all in there. To me, it feels sacred to work with such materials: material as reliquary.</o:p></div>
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Sir TKV Desikachar passed away yesterday after a long illness. He was the teacher of my teachers and it is testament to the strength of his teaching that I feel like I knew him too. Their stories about "Sir," as his students called him, reveal him to be a humble, deeply knowledgable and realized human being. This morning, I am thinking about how they described him teaching to an almost empty room at at Yoga Journal conference sometime in the 90s. It made me catch my breath - here, a genuine <i>acharya</i>, offering his profound teaching and everyone was flocking to whomever was the latest superstar at that moment. Still, as they describe it, he taught his class wholeheartedly. Perhaps as a good follow-up to that story, my teacher Chase likes to remind us that Mr. Ds definition of <i>avidya</i> (which often is translated as incorrect knowledge or delusion) was "I know." <br />
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Chase also said that one of Sir's favorite chants was in English, done to the same <i>svara</i> or melody as "<i>śanti, śanti, śantih.</i>" He would chant, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." To me, this sums up his wisdom. One might be tempted to think that it was simple, indeed so simple as to be easily dismissed. But don't be fooled! Don't be fooled.<br />
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Thank you, thank you, thank you.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-62943144183470000722016-08-04T11:19:00.000-02:302016-08-04T11:20:34.160-02:30Surprise, But Not Too MuchBeen reading a book titled, <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/aug/01/a-beautiful-question-natures-deep-design-frank-wilczek-review">A Beautiful Question by Frank Wilczek</a> this summer. His beautiful question is, quite simply, what is beauty? Or perhaps, is the universe inherently beautiful? A Nobel-prize winner in quantum physics, he has been studying the relationship between mathematical ideas and the universe for decades and his scientific work has led him to this question. <br />
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When I heard a conversation with him on the radio one day, I had one of those moments when I thought that scientists were finally catching up with what people knew back in the day of the Buddha. We already know this stuff - it is written out quite plainly! But, you know, western scientists need to figure it out for themselves. In any case, to me, it all seems right at the intersection of art and yoga: perception and understanding the true nature of reality. And, it is expressed in every major work of art ever made, across genres and disciplines. How fascinating to delve deeper into the why and the how of it from another perspective.<br />
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One of the things he states early on is (to paraphrase) that mistakes are our best teachers. Our human eyes and brains are always looking for symmetry and have developed patterns based on seeing relationships between things, remembering them, and expecting them to appear again. When they do, the met expectation brings a sense of pleasure. When they do not, we wonder why and inquire - thus expanding our understanding of things. Unless things are so unexpected that we can not make any sense of them, in which case we just see them as "noise". As Wilczek says, we like surprise but not too much.<br />
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He is quick to point out that what is too much surprise to us, as humans, might be just lovely to another species, which means our universe is more like a multiverse. <br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-3449644577047084432016-08-01T08:57:00.000-02:302016-08-01T08:57:01.306-02:30One Thing Leads to Another<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Before I left New York, my Zen teacher casually suggested (is it ever casual?) that I start a sitting group here in Newfoundland. As I began to make inquiries about potential spaces to do such a thing, I found myself agreeing (eagerly, mind you) to substitute teach yoga classes for a woman who teaches in Corner Brook. If I picked up her classes, then I could use the studio for free for the sitting group. Deal! Of course what I didn't realize is that she teaches a hellava lot of classes each week! Meanwhile, I had already inquired with another woman who owns the other yoga studio in Corner Brook (yes, there are two now!) and she happily gave over her classes so she could go on vacation. Perhaps I should have noticed this trend? In any case, this is how I found myself teaching eleven classes last week and ten this week. As much as I truly love teaching and especially here where people seem more open to trying new things, I have learned that ten classes/week is too many for me. A friend in LA teaches more than double that - sometimes seven in a day! He also drives a BMW...so there you go.</div>
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Anyhoo, in between the inhales and exhales, I posted some pictures of my handspun yarn on Facebook and, as a result, received a very large order from a new yarn store opening in Santa Cruz, CA. The yarn pictured above is but a fraction of what needs to be made. I am working away on it in the evenings mostly. I am making a variety of plys and colors to see what the market will bear. I also convinced her to take a couple of carded batts and handpainted rovings to see if the spinners of Santa Cruz are interested. Testing the waters, you might say. </div>
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Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-41083035019254221492016-07-25T08:29:00.002-02:302016-07-25T08:29:47.431-02:30More Things<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-43870330851234773032016-07-22T10:46:00.000-02:302016-07-22T10:46:46.085-02:30These DaysWhen I arrived, I made a Master To-Do List. When I gave it a once-over yesterday, I was pleased to see that I have made some progress. Here are a couple of things going on:<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I have been participating in the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/447931545237090/">Tour de Fleece</a> this year, having a lovely reunion with my dearest Suzie Pro wheel. Why oh why did I ever leave her behind? Beside all the dyeing and spinning up my mother's yarns, I have been working on this skein. <a href="http://blog.ashlandbay.com/tagged/Portuguese-merino">Portuguese Merino </a>is not like Merino Merino. It is not as fine so it is not as soft - I would put it somewhere between BFL and Shetland. Like Shetland, it has a kind of inherent integrity that makes spinning it pure delight and knitting with it even more delightful. <br />
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Last time I spun it, I made a shawl, which I promptly lost at the Sunnyside Post Office the second time I wore it. It still causes a pain in my heart to remember it. I am thinking that I will make that self same shawl with this yarn, just because. Apparently Portuguese Merino is no longer available through any wholesale suppliers so it may well be my last time working with it. I'll try not to lose this one! <br />
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My other big, executive decision was to change the so-called Guest Room into my studio. As I have been unable to convince anyone to come visit me here, the room mostly has been empty except that I use it for my yoga practice. There is another space in the house that, on the face of it, seems like the best place for a studio - the "dining room" between the kitchen and my bedroom - but that space has never felt comfortable to me. I don't even like standing in there for very long. Not sure why...maybe I need to burn some sage or something in there to scare away the ghosts. Anyway, there do not seem to be any demons or unhappy ghosts in this room, which is technically in the basement but still gets lots of natural light and has tall ceilings. It also tends to be cooler than the rest of the house, which in this cool July (we have had two frost advisories recently!) means the heat is on. It is a blank slate and I am excited to see what happens in there next!<br />
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A fresh start all around.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-76503224835596127122016-07-17T12:58:00.000-02:302016-07-17T15:27:46.479-02:30Problem SolvingEvery Wednesday morning, I participate in an <a href="http://www.yogawellinstitute.com/online-classes/">online yoga meditation class led by my yoga mentor, Chase Bossart.</a> People log on from all over the place and, for a half-hour, Chase leads us through some movement, breathing and a visualization. It isn't a huge commitment in time or money and I find it to be an interesting compliment to my usual meditation practice. It provokes all kinds of questions and offers another way to see things. I highly recommend it! <br />
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Every other week, he also hosts a longer class immediately afterwards where we talk about the classes and how they were constructed and we share our experiences (this class is geared to yoga teachers). This is my favorite part because it is so interesting to learn how other people receive the instructions and how what seems so simple and straightforward actually is quite complex.<br />
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This past Wednesday, after some moving and breathing, Chase asked us to picture ourselves on the peak of a mountain with a clear view for miles and miles. Then we did some more moving and breathing and he asked us to think about an issue that is unresolved in our life, something we have confusion about. The thought that came to my mind was, "Should we really be using meditation to fix things?" Personally, I would say no. It seems quite important that meditation have no goal. Let's face it, we often accept ourselves as so small. We eagerly create little boxes and jump right in them! Why would this be any different with our so-called solutions in meditation? I feel quite strongly about this point. In the second class, following the meditation, we had a really interesting conversation about this that was very helpful, especially as I consider ways of offering meditations to my own students and clients.<br />
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This morning, I was still reflecting on Wednesday's conversation but thinking about it in terms of art making. Art that has an expressed goal to solve some problem suffers from the same limitations and for the same reasons - we generally aspire to so little when actually we have the whole universe at hand. When I look at my publicly engaged projects, the ones that were most successful - some continue to spur dialogue - were the ones that were the most open-ended, where I proceeded without much of a clear idea of exactly where I was headed. The ones (and I think mainly of one, in particular) that fell flat were the ones where I had an idea and I tried to force the situation to fit that idea. Even when I framed it as a question, in my head, I already had the answer. <br />
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Those kinds of projects interest me less these days I think, in part, because I found my own limitations too confining. I still love conversation and hearing people's stories. I definitely still love getting people to try new things that put them back in touch with what it means to make things by hand, but those are not the driving forces behind my work now. Or perhaps I should say that I am trying to make work that has that same kind of energy and contains all those possibilities without needing to overtly ask the questions out loud. Problem solving without answers. Or questions, either.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-58825620701033643622016-07-14T08:03:00.001-02:302016-07-14T08:03:14.135-02:30Contrasts<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Quiet has come to my house. My mom, who is about as spry as it gets for 89 years old, is a talker. As soon as she heard me stirring in the morning, she would pop out of her room and start talking. The conversational flow would continue until we went to bed, unless of course you count when we both went silent while watching the first season of <i>Downton Abbey.</i> As the last person on Earth who had never watched it, I had my reservations. Of course, I am totally hooked now. Between the storyline and the amazing clothes and Maggie Smith's most excellent snide comments, one would have to be semi-conscious half-wit not to be sucked in. And so I am (sucked in, not a semi-conscious half wit).<div>
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But watching <i>Downton Abbey</i> is not daytime work. No, it is doled out like slices of delicious cake in the evening when the sun sort of goes down. The list of daytime work is getting longer each day but, while my mother was here, it looked a lot like this:</div>
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I showed my mom how to paint fleece with acid dyes. She has rather a reputation when it comes to painting based on the way she uses as little paint as possible when she works on her canvas boards. Perhaps as a child of the Depression she has scarcity issues but for whatever reasons, her paintings always look like studies in how to create a picture with as little paint as possible. As a conceptual framework for an art piece, this is not the worst idea but I am pretty sure that is not her motivation. In any case, I was quite curious how she would react to pouring dye onto fleece and to the general chaos of the whole endeavor, which is the high point for some of us more wasteful kinds of people. Turns out she had no problem with color. Witness above. The brightest ones are her's.</div>
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This daytime work allowed me to put my <i>Downton Abbey</i> time to good use and spin up some of the painted fleece as quickly as possible so that she could take the yarn home with her.</div>
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Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-89669522076388514572016-07-09T14:43:00.000-02:302016-07-09T14:43:54.771-02:30Chase the Hace<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Have I awakened from a dream or did I just fall asleep? It feels like one or the other as it seems like I never left this beautiful place. Yet, it's been a good, long while as evidenced by the amount of effort it has taken to get the house up and running again. We are almost re-connected with the world (phone is still out) but, given what is going on out there in the world, being out of reach and out of touch might have its merits. <div>
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For the past several days, the most important thing has been getting running water again and taking care of the wood that resulted from cutting down the apple tree in the front yard. As far as the split pipes were concerned, our generous (and skilled) neighbor did some excellent plumbing work - for the price of a lemon meringue pie. The apple tree is taking more time to manage as it was "very branchy" or so said another neighbor. Lots of valuable firewood to be had but it is no small task.</div>
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This year, I was coming up alone for the first time ever. In an act of brave spontaneity, my mother accepted my invitation to join me when I stopped by her place on the first leg of the journey. I had an extra bunk on the ferry and she needed to get out of her senior housing while some complicated drainage projects were worked on. A match made in heaven! Pretty sure she was regretting her decision when we discovered the cracked pressure valves and such. But things are quite civilized now, as I write this and drink my tea while looking out at the sparkling bay and deep green mountains, a pleasant breeze passing by. My mother will return next week and then I will be alone. It is exciting and a little scary. But mostly exciting.</div>
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** Chase the Hace is a fundraiser that the next town over, McIver's is hosting. It is really called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chase_the_Ace_(lottery)">Chase the Ace</a> but in local parlance, it is pronounced Chase the Hace.<br /><br /></div>
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One more module to go before we become certified yoga therapists! Things are getting real.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-52507745171882945032016-06-23T18:46:00.000-02:302016-06-23T18:46:27.438-02:30The Body is Willing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It is hot in Nashville. The temperature has been hovering the mid-90s since we arrived for the fifth of six modules of our yoga therapy training. The training itself is heating up - we are past the halfway mark and the long days build towards a kind of energy that both sustains and exhausts. <br />
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At this point, we are spending a lot of time meeting with clients who volunteer to allow us to work with them, referred by the <a href="http://www.vanderbilthealth.com/osher/">Osher Center for Integrative Medicine at Vanderbilt University</a>. We receive a very short description of the person - two or three sentences about who they are, their age and what their problem(s) are. There has been a fair bit of debate about whether this information is helpful or gets in the way or totally useless. Each day, three of us meet with our client while being observed by a faculty member and a group of about 6-8 other trainees. It is a pretty unnatural situation but there really isn't any way around it as it is so useful to get the feedback that everyone offers and, as an observer, to be able to see the many ways that issues can be addressed. There has been incredible synchronicity between the seemingly random assignment of client with student therapist - somehow most of us have been matched with people who are just right for us.<br />
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Yesterday was my day to meet my client for the first time. It was an amazing experience and a challenging one. If I had allowed myself to have any kind of expectations beforehand, I quickly tossed them out the window. I had to be present with the person in front of me and all the theories about this or that tool or practice pretty much went out the window with the expectations. But we had the most important thing - a real and immediate connection. The whole experience was beautiful and I can only express deep gratitude to my client for coming in and sharing their story and life and letting me enter it, just a little. We will meet again on Saturday for a follow-up.<br />
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After the client left and we debriefed as a small group and then with the whole group, I could feel a pain begin to rise in my left eyelid. It is almost comical! In the moment, I was (mostly) not stressed since my job was (relatively) clear. Or so I thought. After the fact, it is also clear that the added piece of being observed and having everyone in the group hear about and analyze my performance (hard to call it anything else) caused me more stress than I thought. <br />
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This morning, as my eyelid was about double its normal size, one of the faculty was discussing the role of breathing in our practice and our tradition. She said that the body might be willing but the breath won't lie. Meaning that we can force our bodies to do things that take it a little too far or override our sense of what is best for it but that pushing or overriding will always show up in the breath immediately. It is a true barometer of what is really happening in our system. <br />
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I might add a little caveat that the body is willing - for a time - but the chickens will come home to roost eventually. Perhaps, like many of the clients we have been seeing, the pushing and overriding has been happening so long and has been pushed so hard that the chickens are coming home in a big way that can no longer be ignored. Or, perhaps like me, they show up immediately. A little reminder that just because you can't see it or feel it in the moment, things are happening on subtle levels. Indeed, it is this very fact that gives yoga therapy its power. We don't know everything of what will happen or even exactly why. It is lovely that scientists and researchers are starting to confirm what yoga has known for millennia but even with all that, there is still some mystery to it all. <br />
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And I say, thank goodness for that. Swollen eyelid and all.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-83656800217357282222016-06-19T08:51:00.001-02:302016-06-19T08:51:55.556-02:30Everthing is Waiting For You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></span>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-51696541588933488342016-06-17T12:46:00.000-02:302016-06-17T12:46:31.325-02:30Personally SpeakingA few months ago, I was telling my Zen teacher about how the new cat at the Monastery ran towards me and practically leapt into my arms. He said, "Yeah, you almost want to take it personally."<br />
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I was recounting this story to a friend a couple of days ago, who also happens to be a Zen monk, and he said, "It's true. We take everything so personally. Like it's all about us! Nothing is personal. Not even our breath is personal!"</div>
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Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-77536104587112007712016-06-11T16:24:00.000-02:302016-06-11T16:24:10.613-02:30Every Now and Then, Practice WorksThings have been winding up and settling down. <br />
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There have been many sleepless nights as I worried about some of the choices my two teenagers have been making. Trying to find the balance between guidance and support and the teenage equivalent of shouting angrily - STOP! - when your toddler appears to be about to run out into the street. When the toddler is 19, one must take another tact - more subtle and yet still as startling and forceful. No one said it would be easy.<br />
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But we are getting there. When I see Finn gently and eagerly care for Lucy's pet rat (yes, she has one! She is named Violet), I feel hopeful that this sweet, gentle side of him is the underpinning that props up the rest, even the less than sweet parts. And when Lucy points out some aspect of how I am deluding myself, this time with clarity and directness but also compassion (versus when she just sticks it to me like a dagger in the back), I marvel at her innate wisdom and try to trust that when she tells me that her summer plans are to go live on a commune in rural Tennessee.<br />
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Neither of my two are taking the traditional post-high school graduation route. I see and hear other parents talking about university and scholarships and accomplishments and it gives me pause. Did I do something horribly wrong? Then a friend said to me, somewhat impatiently at my dimness, "What did you expect?! You raised them to think for themselves and now they are!" <br />
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Still, as a parent, I want some sense of security, some sense that they will be, not just alright, but good - really good and happy - in the world. Of course, I want the impossible. Maybe in six months time they will have found a direction that will guide them for the coming years and it will feel more settled, but it's never really settled. It's never settled. <br />
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The only thing that can be settled is our mind. The slings and arrows will just keep coming - this is guaranteed. Are you running around in a panic, trying to avoid them, dashing this way and that? Or are you calmly watching them land, stepping aside as needed? Maybe getting hit as needed too. It is becoming more and more painfully obvious to me that the only way we can approach reaching that second state of mind (the calm one not the dashing around one) is with practice. By this I don't even mean yoga practice or Zen practice but I do mean some kind of regular, daily practice of engaging with discomfort. <br />
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I am talking about a practice that challenges us to face up to the little things that might send us racing about - a momentary itch in our nose when we are trying to sit still or the frustration of trying and missing an attempt to do an āsana (posture) that we do every single day. Small and unimportant things. And that's exactly it! So small and so unimportant that we can <i>practice</i> them and the consequences of not meeting their challenge (I hesitate to say fail) are equally small and unimportant. Ok, I scratched my nose during meditation. Or I fell out of <i>parivritti trikonāsana</i> again. Again! These small experiences are the drip of water that creates the hole in the rock over time. Day by day, they are not a big deal but check back in a few years, or a few decades. These small practices matter.<br />
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A few years ago, I went to an Ashtanga primary series class led by Sharath Jois (Pattabhi Jois's grandson and heir to his school and role as "guru"). It was early in the morning and very crowded with people who all seemed to know each other and all seemed to be very fabulous and all seemed to have very advanced practices. I totally freaked out - I felt surrounded by a thick air of competition and was overwhelmed by feelings of being inadequate. It thoroughly infected me and my response was to make my practice so aggressive that, by the time I finished, I was completely depleted. I honestly thought that I would not be able to walk to the subway without collapsing. I remember being really scared about how I would get home. It was something of a wake-up call.<br />
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Sharath is in town again now. After that horrifying practice a few years ago, I vowed never to do that again. Yet, for some reason, I signed up for three of the six days of practice that he is offering. This morning was the first one. The crowd was even larger this time - 350 people! We filled the gymnasium at a local college, with our mats just inches apart. Normally that alone would make me very anxious as a long-limbed person who needs a fair bit of space but this time all I could feel was a kind of awe that we were all there practicing together. It felt beautiful, not anxious. I actually had the best, most relaxed practice in months.<br />
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My working myself to exhaustion last time was not about Sharath or the bevy of gorgeous 25 year-olds (male and female) in their Lululemon outfits who could float through the practice barely touching the ground. All that crazy was my crazy. Like the water dripping on a rock, several years later I am pleased to see that I am a little less crazy. No worries - there is plenty of room for improvement but, as one of the monks at the Monastery likes to say, "practice works!"<br />
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Finn and Lucy are launching themselves out into this horrible, cruel, beautiful world in ways that I never imagined. There will be trouble ahead. There will be moments of poetry. Those are certainties. The rest is up to me to create.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-82628421275587897222016-06-04T10:52:00.003-02:302016-06-04T10:52:48.200-02:30How To Be Satisfied<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Satisfied</i>, 2014. Porcelain and wash, 5" x 12"</td></tr>
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Sometimes the truth of impermanence is easy to forget and sometimes it insists on being right in your face. Of course death makes it ever so real and clear. But so does children growing up and taking on adult roles in the world. Ok, scratch that...I just went up and took a gander (and a sniff) at Finn's room and he still has a way to go on the adult front. But, the truth is, he is slowly getting his act together and seems poised to go on another international adventure, this time far outside his comfort zone. Although I suspect he has no idea just exactly how far outside.</div>
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Then, on Thursday, Lucy will officially graduate from homeschooling. That era of our lives will be officially finished. I was never very big on anything official as it related to homeschooling, but if you count it the way the state of New York counts it, then I did it for 13 years. When I said this to Lucy, she said, "More like six!" (That's her assessment of how I participated in the endeavor - such is the gratitude of a 17 yo.)</div>
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Or as a wise person recently said to me when I was telling him how one day I feel one way and the next day, I feel another way - that's the thing about feelings.<br /><br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-49033205976762215942016-05-25T09:10:00.001-02:302016-05-25T09:10:48.189-02:30A Good Man<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My former father-in-law, James W. Allen, died on Monday night at the age of 97. For nearly all of those years, he was healthy and sharp - Jack the Needle, he sometimes called himself. A heart attack five months ago was the beginning of a decline in his physical health but, for the most part, he defied all expectations about what a person in their 90s was supposed to be like. <br />
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He was a walking piece of history - in the picture above he is re-visiting Anzio beach in Italy, where he landed as a 19 yo foot soldier in WWII. He did many, many things in his lifetime, including, at age 40, get married and start a family, eventually having six children in the space of ten years. <br />
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I knew him for 31 years, first as one of his son's girlfriends, then as a daughter in law and then as a former daughter in law. Men of his generation aren't really the type to be warm and fuzzy so I felt his affection from his teasing and the way he enthusiastically took up the minutia of the local geography of my hometown in Massachusetts and, later, Newfoundland. Indeed, one of the first questions he would ask anyone he met was, "where are you from?" I honestly never saw him not be able to pull out some obscure geographical reference in reply to their answer, "Oh, that's about ten miles from Sioux Falls on Rte 29?" leaving the rest of us standing there wondering how in the world he knew that.<br />
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How do you measure success? Money? Houses? Flashy accomplishments? How about creating a family of very good, smart, funny people who love you dearly and devotedly? By that measure, Jim Allen was a stunning success. He also was a decent, good man who will be sorely missed by all who knew him.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-44952842044380511972016-05-24T11:33:00.001-02:302016-05-24T11:33:04.818-02:30If You're Gonna Play....Play!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-58855547924957837702016-05-13T12:49:00.001-02:302016-05-13T12:49:50.346-02:30Reluctance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Earlier this week, we had the floors refinished in our downstairs rooms. The night before (it was Mother's Day - Lucy said, "so manual labor is your Mother's Day present?"), we moved all the furniture either up into our bedrooms or down into the basement. It was no small feat. ("Yes, manual labor is the best Mother's Day present!").<br />
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We all agreed that the empty rooms were very appealing. Lucy suggested that we leave them empty for as long as possible so we could see what we really need and use. Once we got the go-ahead to start bringing things back it, it has been a very slow dribble. Yes, to the pink couch. Yes to the little side table that Finn made. Yes to the bookcase. Not yet to the books. The dining room table was a yes as is one chair (so far). <br />
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It's always the question, isn't it? How much is enough?<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-31383834105815975322016-05-06T13:15:00.001-02:302016-05-06T13:15:35.611-02:30Lemonade(Sorry - not the Beyonce kind of lemonade. No Becky's. No nice hair.)<br />
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After I lost my studio, I created a mini-studio in a cloth grocery bag that sits near to our dining room table. I keep several sketch books, pens, ink, watercolors and some other supplies in it. Now, when I "go to my studio", I simply pull the bag over and dip my hand in. No pressure and no pre-set ideas about what I am supposed to be doing. Oddly enough, I find these moments (rarely do I spend more than a half-hour or so drawing) have become as essential to my day as breakfast, lunch and dinner. </div>
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The ritual of getting to a studio, shutting the door and making art has its place. The ease and the no-big-deal-ness of pulling over a bag and simply getting to work also has its place. Without a separate space devoted to art making, I am really enjoying this no muss, no fuss take on it. </div>
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After I'm done, the sketch books get put away, the brushes washed, and the bag returned to its corner. Ready for tomorrow!</div>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-17951798683881700382016-04-28T17:31:00.000-02:302016-04-29T19:34:13.469-02:30Snarl<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not my hair.</td></tr>
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When things are not going so well (meaning, not going the way I want them to go), everything seems so complicated. Yesterday, I was thinking about a couple of things that have not been going the way I want them to go and I got totally lost in the narrative about how I am correct and the hundred reasons why that is so. There is a physical feeling to this state of being too - a tightness in my chest - and a kind of energy that is both thrilling (in a way) and exhausting. It's hard work being so right all the time! I had been in this state for a few days - my mind building and maintaining my case in preparation for its presentation to the Supreme Court. Or, at least, the Supreme Court of My Own Head, which, lucky for me, had already decided in my favor. <br />
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I taught two yoga classes yesterday afternoon. In the course of that, I was moving and breathing deeply. Then I went to the Temple, where we were having a <i>Fusatsu</i> or Renewal of Vows ceremony. It is a beautiful thing. We atone for the ways that we have hurt ourselves and others, then the teacher gives a short talk about the precepts (the moral and ethical teachings of the Buddha) and we chant the Four Vows of a Bodhisattva. Like I said, it is a beautiful ceremony. For the first time, I was the <i>doan</i>, or instrumentalist. It is not difficult - not like playing the piano or something - and there is a book that lists the cues but still, I had to be on my toes so I wouldn't miss anything. <br />
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Somewhere in the middle of chinging and gonging, an image came to my mind. The image was of how the back of one's head of hair can become a big, messy snarl or knot (do people still use the term "snarl"? It seems kind of old fashioned.) Suddenly I saw this snarl of hair as being just like my state when I am deep in my narrative that sets myself up as right and others as wrong. Everything is tight and twisted and it hurts. As I followed the ceremony through the instruments that I was playing, I thought: this practice, this moving and breathing and sitting still, is like the comb that takes all these hairs that are knotted up and untangles them. It doesn't get rid of the hair. It just kind of sorts it out into a less painful orientation.<br />
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When I mentioned this image to one of my teachers, she agreed but cautioned that forcing the comb would just makes the snarl even worse. And then she said, "The knot isn't so bad either."<br />
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The knot isn't so bad either.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snarl, 2016. Ink on paper.</td></tr>
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-66031413598666775992016-04-25T13:02:00.000-02:302016-04-25T13:02:15.578-02:30Earth Body<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This is the body that I always wanted!”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Today was so beautiful -</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The azaleas blooming</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The lilacs offering their shy evening scent</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That knocks you out once you get to know them.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And the green, green, green.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The quality of it.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you have the ability to see the tulips open in the warm morning sun?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The big project that I keep putting off.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My son, who won’t get a job.</span></div>
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