Today was my last day at the Cone Stand, forever immortalized by the Cone Stand Rock, tucked safely into Zen and the Art of Conestand Maintenance. Five days of eight hours is not enough time to actually do anything with the rest of your life. I’m too tired, exhausted really, at the end of this five day week to think much farther beyond bed. And that’ where my thoughts take me, is to sleep. I fell nothing profound or really even intelligent, just like repeating myself over and over…
Hw do I feel about the end of my CS time? Relieved and already a bit nostalgic. It’s a job I can add to my list of things I never want to do again (along with bussing and retail) but there are certain things I’ll miss. I told one lady today about meditation and how it’s helped me; she took the advice to heart, ”I got an ice cream cone and life advice.”
That was cool.
Ondrej was teaching me to sing today – last night we tried to make a tune for the ConeStand rock, and it came out to be more like me rapping or raging like Ani, neither of which was very impressive, apparently, although liberating. So the last hour of my last day at the Cone Stand, Ondrej decided to help me out a little with my voice. He ordered, “stand like this. Open your mouth. Breathe through your belly. Imagine you’re a scuba diver.”
What?
A scuba diver? What does that have to do with hitting the high notes?
He said it didn’t matter, just to do it.
I forgot. I was concentrating on breathing and projecting and enunciating. Na ne ni no nu, la la la la
I think we’ve got a date to practice tomorrow.
1 comment:
Way exciting!
You're choosing such a cool path.
I feel so lucky being a part of your life. Thank you for sharing yourself with the rest of us.
We are all better for your gerosity.
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