Have I been busy lately that I've neglected to update my blog? Or I've been neglecting my blog because I'm lazy? Well, either way I've been neglecting my blog. I admit I've been pretty busy for the past few weeks, but I'm glad I'm still long hand writing my journal every single day. Sometimes, I scribble it in a subway on my way home, the only time I could get a seat.
One time, I felt a fellow commuter, a lady in sharp, crispy business suit, pointed stiletto, heavenly scented perfumed (I've always wondered how are these women stay cool, sharp and neat after 8 hours at work? And I am in one missing button sweater to unmatch my green scarf and brown jacket and raggedy red wool hat and not to mention my oily face!) leaned her slim body to me.
I adjusted my seat thinking I had taken up her space. I continued to write in my journal, but when I moved to the next page which made her leaned closer, from the corner of my eyes I was positive she was reading my journal. The next sentence I wrote, I'll hand over my journal to you when I finish this sentence. Then I waited for her reaction. Within three seconds, I heard a sharp polite gasped, and the leaning over me decreased . I turned to her and said, Thank you, I appreciate it. She stiffened and looked ahead. But her face was as red as a beet.
Anyho back to my busy month, I've already been to two workshops and two monthly meetings in the city, I went to meet a Hearing Officer with a client at local housing agency in Downtown, I a Probation Officer at Boston Municipal Court with a client. .
Three days ago I sat down with a new client who has a half inch thick of CORI report for the intake. He has tattoos all over his arms, neck, (he offered to show the angels and devils tattooed on his back too, but I politely declined. I told him, perhaps next time). He also wore nose ring, upper lip ring and an eyebrow ring. And read this, he wrote poems and he recited one of his favorite poems, called, And for No Reason by The Great Sufi Mater, Hafiz.
And
For no reason
I start skipping like a child
And
for no reason
I turn into a leaf
That is carried high
I kiss the Sun's mouth
And dissolve
And
for no reason
A thousand birds
Choose my head for a conference table,
Start passing their
Cups of wine
And their wild songbooks all around
And
For every reason in existence
I being to eternally
To eternally laugh and love!
When I turn into a leaf
And start dancing,
I run to kiss our beautiful Friend
And I dissolve in the Truth
That I am
During the intake session I learned that he has and OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) when he kept arranged and rearranged all his written poems and documents (it is very,very, very rare a client has documents let alone carries a folder) in two separate worn out folders. When he was happy with his arrangement, he tried to arrange pens and pencil in a jar sat on my desk while he was sharing with me a lit bit about his life in prison.
Well, gottogonowtodomylaundry.brb.
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