Black Dot Diary

Hi every­one, I’m not absent…I’m just spend­ing time over at Life As A Human but I haven’t aban­doned Black Dot Diary. Please check out my lat­est posts (and other works by some really inspir­ing writ­ers) at this new lifezine that cel­e­brates, explores and dis­cusses the expe­ri­ence of being human.

Here are some links to my recent Life As A Human posts…

Speed Trap: When Life in the Fast Lane Doesn’t Work Anymore

Excerpt: “I’m sorry,” I tell the cop­per, wip­ing my hand furi­ously across my face. “I don’t know what’s the mat­ter with me. It’s just a bad day. A bad, bad day. And this is just one more bloody thing on top of EVERY OTHER BLOODY THING.”

The Eter­nal Clock. Photo by Rob­bert van der Steeg, cour­tesy of Cre­ative Commons

I hate New Year’s Eve. Just think­ing about it puts me in a bad mood. All this build up just to watch the dig­i­tal clock click into a new twelve-​month cycle. All the TV sta­tions show­ing the year in review, with inane sum­maries deliv­ered by bob­ble heads. All the drunk kisses at mid­night from peo­ple you wouldn’t think of kiss­ing at any other time.

Just got back from see­ing Avatar, the lat­est movie from direc­tor James Cameron. Now, Cameron is known for the great effects and plenty of action. Think of Ter­mi­na­tor and The Abyss. I wasn’t expect­ing pro­fun­dity, but that’s what I found tonight.

On one level Avatar is typ­i­cal block­buster, super­sized with amaz­ing ani­ma­tion. But it’s sub­text is pure shamanic jour­ney, from the world tree to the rev­er­ence for the uni­ver­sal mother, to rites of pas­sage and ani­mal guides.

Strange sym­me­try in the sky in Rosagnio, Italy. Photo by http://​www​.chrisholt​pho​tos​.com

I had a crappy day today. Sick on the sofa with too many thoughts hang­ing around. My par­rot Ben­nie kept me good com­pany. She has recently started say­ing my name a lot. “Kerry, c’mere,” she calls me. “Kerry, love you.”

I love that she loves me. In fact, we are a lot alike — pas­sion­ate, full of life and prone to bite when we are fright­ened or frus­trated. My Mom used to say I was moody. I’m not sure I’m moody any­more but some days I just can’t seem to get lift off. It often hap­pens after a few weeks of heavy social­iz­ing (which I love) but then the intro­vert in me craves alone-​time and I crash.