OK, so since I started blogging about Ugo the Rescue Cat I have seen a huge uptick in my readership.
So, what you want to know first:
He (Ugo) is playing with toys I bought him and a scratching post as we speak, right behind me. When I came back in this evening, thinking he had decided to go live behind the sofa again, he was on window sill. Last night he ate a lot of food and - well - made use of the litter box.
He's now thumping around and making a racket with things that have bells and cardboard.
I tried to take a photo but flash did something weird and it won't transfer. He is camera shy!
However, having taken a long walk again today after teaching, I'll let Inwood after that speak for itself...
While sitting and looking at the water below I realized it's time for soul diving. Time to give up whatever ideas for good or ill I've had about how my life Should look and simply make sure I am feeding my soul and let the gods and goddesses sort out all the achievement-recognition stuff. I\ve been obsessed with that in one way or the other since dirt, and it's time to end the: when I've acheived x and y, I'll be worth z routine. Yes, it's taken many tricky turns over the years and covered itself over in much more righteous clothing, but it amounts to the same thing: this or that external thing (usually recognition) will make me feel better and/or a relationship or whatever. And it won't and it never has and never will.
I do know this: I love where I live more than I can ever remember loving where I live and I want to remember this and say a momentary prayer of gratitude for all this beauty, the great cafe where I can chill out and work and the general population up here, which includes everything from the hippest street kids to a couple teenage hippies playing guitar on the rocks, including - and I shit you not - Norwegian Wood. 2011...and Crosby and Nash were downtown playing at Occupy Wall Street.
What next? The Beatles reunite after George and John come back from the dead???
Ugo is just playing and playing now...which makes me very happy.
To sleep....
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"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty
I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.
As of September 2013 I started teaching writing as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While was blessed for the opportunity, after four years of being an adjunct, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in NYC and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again. As of 2018, I also started leading writing retreats to my beloved Orkney Islands. If you ever want two weeks that will restore your soul and give you time and space to write, get in touch. I am leading two retreats this year in July and September.
I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with a new book recently completed.
I now work full-time as a freelance writer, writing workshop leader, coach, editor and writing retreat leader. Contact me if you are interested in any of these services.
Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.
For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani
In 2017, I launched a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. You can also contact me through that site.
In May, I directed my newest play, On the edge of/a cure, and have finally updated my publications list, which now includes an award-winning chapbook of my short-story White shoe lady, which you can find on the sidebar. I also have become a certified yoga instructor in the Kripalu lineage. What a year!
And FINALLY, I have created a website, which I hope you will visit, The Unadapted Ones. I will keep this blog site up, since it is a record of over 8 years of my life, but will eventually be blogging more at the website, so if you want to know what I am up to with my writing, teaching, retreats and so on, the site is the place to check (and to subscribe for updates). After eight years I realized, no, I'm never turning into One Thing. So The Unadapted Ones embraces the multiplicity that comprises whomever I am, which seems to always be shifting. That may in fact be reality for everyone, but will speak for myself here. So, do visit there and thanks for coming here, too. Glad to meet you on the journey...
Loved reading this--what a nice voice you have--and was particularly happy when you 'got' me with the memory of 'Norwegian Wood.' What a blast from the past!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jan, what a lovely thing to say...and yes Norwegian Wood was a blast from the past that moment for me as well! Glad it came across for you, too.
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard of Norwegian Wood for -- well, decades... Thrilled to hear that Ugo (new name?) is continuing to do so well, though sorry to know you spent a sleepless night worrying about him. He is going to do just fine. And like all of us, probably with some "interesting" personality quirks.
ReplyDeleteMore amazing pictures!! What an astonishing area of the city you landed in. Hope camera allows you to take some of Ugo, too, soon.
Soul-diving. What an insightful concept. Tough, but very revealing.
Robin
Isn't it amazing, Inwood? I honestly feel I've found a piece of heaven. Ugo was name, I discovered from person who originally fed Ugo to get him off street, that the person upstairs from her had named her cat who looked identical to this Ugo. Her cat died last year and she was devastated by that - and Ugo 2nd (my Ugo) is apparently so similar that she (upstairs neighbor) could not bring herself to adopt him.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason as I was contemplating name, Ugo just kept coming up over and over in my mind, so that's his name. It's also 'silly beast' and 'sir lancelot'...