Little Grey Singing Wolf

A friend and I were walking and chatting at the Faerieworlds festival in Oregon. Our conversation was suspended as we both glanced up to see a self-possessed little girl dressed in a wolf costume. Actually, we heard her before we saw her, as she was singing to herself as she strolled in the woods. Dressed in her wolf cape with a cap in the shape of the animal’s head, she sang:

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive,
Ah, ah, ah, ah” — and with perfect timing —
“Stayin’ alive–ive—ive—ive”

-Michelle

Storytellers

The only thing that can make bearable the act of heading downtown on an incredible Colorado fall Saturday morning to sit in a windowless cubicle and work on a computer is a good chat at City, O’ City while getting coffee.

A younger, bearded man is having a chat with a friend about their storyteller group which met the previous evening.  I end up in the chat as he excitedly starts discussing a documentary he watched about filmmaker David Lynch.  He says, “I want to be like him.  He’s so prolific.”

“He also makes art, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, and furniture.  And, he’s a photographer.  He’s always working on something…but not at a frenetic pace.”

I didn’t know about the furniture.  I just knew of the funky artwork he used to make for his former girlfriend, Isabella Rossellini.

The man continues, “He credits it all to Transcendental Meditation.  Hey, the Beatles did it, too.  You know, I have had two different people lately tell me about meditation.  And, I wasn’t soliciting advice.  And last night, I was losing my mind in a room of… of Non-Mind-Loss-People.  And, I thought, meditation.  It works for David Lynch; he’s been doing it every day for thirty-eight years.”

Ah, that creative buzz…I felt a similar way recently, leaving the theater after viewing the documentary, “Beaches of Agnes,” about French filmmaker Agnes Varda.  I had to take a long, long walk.  My moving meditation.

-Michelle

(Photo of the Denver Art Museum by Dan)