Eda's World

OMG. It was hot

7/20 Dallas bound. I was waiting in the security TSA line and was struck by a definite feeling of 1984. A young pregnant Persian woman in a head scarf smiled when my eye caught hers. We silently acknowledged the awkwardness of standing on blue boxes with our arms raised. When I glanced outside, I saw the silver fuselages of the AA planes. I miss being excited about flying. My grandfather flew for American Airlines. I had the little silver plane, and plastic gold wings for being a “brave flyer” as a child. I remember dressing up, being consciously polite (a stretch for an avowed tomboy), and feeling part of an amazing moment. Now, I just feel weird, like I’m part of some bizarre square dance set to banal elevator music. Now, I’m hoping I don’t lose my seat to an oversold flight. Pah! I am on vacation. I am releasing my need to be in control. My bags are checked, 9am flight, I gonna be high as a kite by then….(Sorry. Rocket man a la Capt. Kirk just flashed by:o) My bestie, James is poise...

A white virgin stands facing the ocean, her hands pressed together in prayer, while two acolytes clasp each other in frozen joy. A third acolyte takes the picture. The blood red carnations draped over the virgin's praying hands are bright splots of color against a white robe backed by a white seashell. She stared out to sea when it was nunnery, and now she stands before a Buddhist Monastery with same serene gaze taking in the whole of the western seaboard. I drove past her at lunch to go to my detox class. I was struck by all the mini vignettes framing themselves around me. The yoga class on the bluff lying in corpse pose while an oblivious jogger picks her way through the bodies, chatting on her phone. The two women riding their bikes toward the beach, wearing big floppy sun hats and laughing joyfully at the sunshine. I love Long Beach. There is such a sense of community. We really felt it last night on the beach. It was a good weekend. We had an awesome time on the 4th. We hung o...