https://youtu.be/KALOHixsX5o "The Golden Fan of Menopause" A live video performance A tongue and cheek perspective of menopause. My Golden Fan made menopause a unique passage. The Golden Fan This was my favorite fan . . . during menopause. Whenever hot flashes would a rise -- I'd stand up peacocked and wave a golden fan. The sweat would pour down my face, roll down my chesst, drip dwn and encircle my breasts, and halt right there.. like a dripping nursing goddess. what a surge -- made you feel like something was really happening. And that dewy flushed glow on your face like you just finished having -- oh yes. Well, now it's over .. I miss those flashes of instant recognition and instant self-awareness. No I'm on to another phase. look... a new moon rising
https://youtu.be/U1X7d8_coOw How is everyone?? For the past 3 days I've been catching up on sleep. Yes, it's delicious. I usually get insomniacal whenever I get stressed. However for some strange reason I've been sleeping like a baby? So the "goodness" out of this time -- I'm rested. I've been making bread, the quick breads like Irish Soda Bread and Focaccia because the stores were out of yeast. Guess more people are staying home making bread Also, my husband and I are taking the dogs for walks more and making silly homestyle cell phone Yoga videos. I was writing many poems on the Corona Pandemic but now I've had enough. Going back to "stream of consciousness" and see what streams out. One not so "good" out of this time -- I'm sick of being called the "elderly". Before this pandemic began -- I was looking forward to living my elder years -- (see my front page on my website). But now, the word elderly is associated with weakness, quarantine, and people dying. It's not the respected word that it was for me a month ago. Sometimes I find myself walking bent over and then I catch myself -- wait a minute -- don't I tell my Yoga students -- stand up and walk tall. So let's all stand up, walk tall and stay healthy, happy and wise. I asked wordpress how to share the latest video we made. They said to copy and paste it on the page. I hope it worked I did what they said to do its pasted above. Please let me know if it worked for you? email@example.com Namaste, Genie Nakano
Namaste Dear Gods, Are you there? Perhaps you are arguing and you can't hear me now. yet, I hope one day I'll wake up singing the darkness will turn to light tears of sorrow will be flooded with tears of joy for they go hand in hand I will see the black and white merging in the sand until then I sit and wait inside until the raindrops color thirsty petals and death "blows faraway" It's so hard living in fear Wondering... if I, he, she, they, will be the ones It's so hard to not open doors to talk stand six feet apart because you may be the one So today we Elders sat outside in the mist six of us -- six feet apart we drank champagne clicking to health and life our fears suspended we laughed until the rain began…
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Namaste Dear Gods, Are you there? Perhaps you are arguing and you can't hear me now. yet, I hope one day I'll wake up singing the darkness will turn to light tears of sorrow will be flooded with tears of joy for they go hand in hand I will see the black and white merging in the sand until then I sit and wait inside until the raindrops color thirsty petals and death "blows faraway" It's so hard living in fear Wondering... if I, he, she, they, will be the ones It's so hard to not open doors to talk stand six feet apart because you may be the one So today we Elders sat outside in the mist six of us -- six feet apart we drank champagne clicking to health and life our fears suspended we laughed until the rain began to pour Then, with no more hugs goodbye we went back inside. Rain dear rain-- pour your magic Wash this nightmare away Namaste, may we live in Peace Namaste, may we live in Light Namaste Namaste, Namaste. genie nakano, 3,21,20
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I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly. So I decided to leave the world. I made a deal with one of my dreams. The deal was–pick one of your dreams and you could be there.
I chose the misted magical forest with a small stream running through it. This dream was special because it had a marvelous scent. Though my dreams are always in color most are not gifted with fragrance — this one was. As soon as I got there–I knew I made the right choice. I was in bliss the moment I opened my eyes.
There weren’t any people around so this made life easier — only me. I walked around and thought about people. What I liked about them and also what I didn’t like. It started to become a comedy reel — seeing all our blunders in one big laugh. Well that didn’t last long. Very quickly, the tears started falling. I couldn’t figure out why there are so many killings, wars, poverty, and suffering. And then this pandemic that was killing more and more people everyday. The plumber told me it was God’s will. But is god that cruel? I wanted to say–Buddha wouldn’t do that. But I didn’t think of that until he left. Then my neighbor chimed in and said the pandemic was the Democrats fault. A cold wind started blowing hard — a good excuse to go inside, close the door and leave the world.
It was twilight time and soon who knows what was going to happen here. Besides, it’s too lonely in a dream. I started to miss people. So in this world of bliss, I decided to return to L. A. Because of my age, I’m quarantined. But I think I’ll make life. I’m breathing pretty regularly. The bad L.A. air will probably save me. After all, I like humanity–people scurrying around doing things I don’t understand. I want to keep my heart in meditation mode–wide open. So in ten more breaths — I return to the world.
Every time my lover Goes out the door I wonder Will he come back Safe and sound, with corona going around Conscience says... Don't worry See the woman walking her dog outside Join her in her walk Your dogs are bored and listless See the crow hopping on the tree before a backdrop of blue sky and cotton candy clouds And you, Fearless yoga teacher Canceled all classes did you not? Now you know-- That's not the way to be. Conscience, listen to me-- I feel I'm doing my part The White House, said to do this. Conscience says... But girl you're not white When did you go with the sheep? Please, I don't know if I'm right But I'm doing my part in practicing "social distancing" Give me a week to think this over Yesterday dancing in the street Next day, Our family restaurant shut down Into a surreal world Where vampires sweep the grocery stores String beans strewn on the floors All the shelves scraped clean "Three minutes to closing time", I keep hearing But don't you close at 12 PM and it's only 9 PM Don't you know, we need to eat? I hear in the air, through the lines, and in lines We have a chance to make a better world One that values life Perhaps the teeter totter of our lives Makes life more precious I love my husband lover, like there is no tomorrow Yet, only yesterday I was hollering-- Empty the trash, get organized. So conscience, I'm heading for an open nursery to find roses to plant in the Spring I hope I'm not too late But first, I'll take the dogs for a walk Genie Nakano, March 17, 2020