A toast!
Here are the things I toast to.
To Integration, the best I word ever. Get it? Haha, yes. To integrating all the aspects of me. My self and my selves.
To the Is. My self and my selves. The Is and the Eyes.
To intel and the receiving of intel, because we are also spies.
To Isis. Isis oh Isis you mystical child.
Interesting…..
A toast to interest — double-meaning? triple-meaning? — and to keeping it interesting.
A toast to being an International Woman of Mystery, as my job.
To Investigations!
To Internal Investigations, the best kind, the practice of self-fluency.
And internal affairs, but in the sense of having an affair with myself….mmmmm….secret rendezvous commencing in five.
And to iguanas, may they be speedily dispatched and/or transformed.
Intensity…..
A toast to intensity, to passion, to a shared Moment of wild wondering.
A toast to isosceles, an impossibly sexy word, thanks to Italo Calvion ….
A toast to things that are impossibly sexy, and just plain impossible.
A toast to imagining.
A toast to Intuition.
Interiors…
A toast to interiors. And to Interior Design, in the sense of changing your internal space.
To Immunity. And a healthy immune system.
To being undercover, also known as…Incognito!
To Inigo Montoya, who knows exactly what he wants. To knowing exactly what I want.
To Innocence, in the sense of newness: pure and full of curiosity.
To Incandescence, and things that shine in remarkable ways.
To Intrigue, and to being intriguing.
Issuing…
A toast to proclamations being issued, and things being issued forth: born, delivered.
To Insight, may it reveal what needs to be revealed, or what is already known but not acknowledged.
To feeling Industrious, those magical periods of doing.
To Inspiration: spark-spark.
To Illumination: may everything be illuminated.
To all things inward and turning inward. The process of Into, which is the process of Becoming.
To Iris, a flower and an Eye which is an I.
To Illustrating, showing and drawing, making real.
To Inventing and inventions, creative play.
To Illusion (sometimes play, sometimes maya), and the ability at certain moments to see through it.
Irreverence…
A toast to Irreverence, to playfulness and fun, to undoing facades.
To Instinct, may I always trust and listen. Na’aseh v’nishma.
To Impulses, bursts of knowing and sensation.
To being impulsive.
To Improvising.
To the Internalship, the writing I am doing about self-fluency.
To Integrity.
To Information, to everything we don’t know yet.
Information is also, as Agent Anna pointed out at Rally, In Formation, like the Rockettes. Or birds. Or things that are not yet formed and are in the process of being formed. Being formed. It is a superpower.
To everything that is being formed.
The I’s Have it.
The Is and the Eyes and the Ayes.
A toast! To the Letter I. May it be so. And: come play.
Thank you, letter I. It was so much fun to play with you at Rally (Rally!) during the week of Rally I, which was also the 35th Rally, I believe.
There are so many delicious I-words, each one a world unto itself. Endless superpowers, I can feel them.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with I, go for it.
If you want to share in any of the qualities and magical words I named here, you can.
They work like the salves in the Friday Chicken: just take some, there is always more.
Whispering loving spells that begin with I, for myself, and for anyone who wants…
Follow
Integrity! and idealism! both of which I fell impossibly in love with last year, and have since discovered still inside me; and immortality; and iridescence. And invitations. I had an invitation yesterday.
Iridescence, good call. The word fizzes on my tongue like the terminals of a battery.
What a wonderful list of I-qualities, with extra bonus puns and fun! At this Instant my favorite I-words are probably Intuition, Intel, Illumination, Invitation, Internalship and Information.
The Is have it, Indeed!
To Imago, the butterfly emerging from the cocoon, whose Latin plural is “Imagines.”
Imagination. With wings. Breaking out and flying free.
To inspiration! Inspiring insides. To inner me on an inner tube.
Ice! Ice cream and iced tea. Lovely, refreshing things.
And Italics, which I use often.
Ooo, Kathleen, you have listed two my favourite things in the world! Especially if the ice cream from our local creamery, Pied Piper, and if the iced tea was brewed by the sun on our front porch. Oh, happy bright weather! Thank you for the reminder of it coming.
Infinity! And all things infinite.
Aye, for SURE to Inigo Montoya – I named my son after him. As did my cousin, a couple years later.
Aye to Intuition! What is better?!
Aye to Inuit!!! I will tell you the story later.
Aye to immolation. BURN IT THE FUCK DOWN. Why not? It’s happening anyway.
Aye to Indigo! I’m feeling it. (It.)
Aye to inhaling. OH YES.
Aye to iris, and Long’s beautiful iris gardens of Boulder (where my friend Monica swears she once saw a giraffe, may it be so).
Aye to all the I’s. They have it.
xoxox to all, as always.
Aye, fluent self-immolation!
Something metaphorical and phoenix like. Or possibly becoming a beacon (Illumination).
And I don’t know why I was so buzzed to see the Inigo Mantoya reference, but it dumped a boatload of dopamine into my blood stream.
Raising a glass of Iced tea. Possibly from Long Island…
To Invocations of superpowers and higher selves
To Iridescence, where all the colours meet
To Interdependence (I and Thou)
Impetuous, which has overtones of passion and sexy and spicy and abandon for me.
I is (and I am!) irreverent, impetuous, imaginative, illuminated, important, incognito. With dashes of impatience.
“Meet me in Cognito, baby.
In Cognito we’ll have nothing to hide.”
-Tom Robbins
If you don’t know it, he wrote a whole poem and you can read it here:
http://literatelibran.wordpress.com/2012/11/29/tom-robbins-is-a-genius/
Oh my, so many playthings!
Introducing…
The summer I had an alternative July 4th party (without fireworks, b/c GACK! Boom! Boom! Hide!) called my Interdependence Festival. We had food of the newer citizens- Italian pasta mixing with Mediterranean stuffed grape leaves along with Indian curries. It was quite Inter-National. Enter National.
Iris: a Greek rainbow goddess messenger who flies between flowers and eyes (i’s), bursting with flowers, including roses.
I Am that I Am… the Center of the Circle.
My friend’s youth center, “Imaginorium Educational Collective” where she hosts a Harry Potter and Jedi camps every year.
Igloo, one of the most fun words to say aloud, especially if you look up the song, “Bulbous Bouffant”
And the sad song about a not-quite villain, who is still loved dearly by his sister, “For Iago” by S.J. Tucker.