RECIPE

(they blindfolded her and spun her in circles so she would find her way here by no other means than her intuition)

INGREDIENTS:
1. Save your Scissors- City & Colour
2. Waiting…- City & Colour
3. Call it Off- Tegan & Sara
4. Combat Baby- Metric
5. Tiny Vessels- Death Cab for Cutie
6. Blood Bank- Bon Iver
7. Kinghts- Minus the Bear
8. Be Still my Heart- The Postal Service
9. Lover I Don't Have to Love- Bright Eyes
10. Monster Hospital- Metric
11. Boy With a Coin- Iron & Wine
12. Just for Now- Imogen Heap
13. No One Really Wins- Copeland
14. Sleeping Sickness- City & Colour
15. The Ice is Getting Thinner- Death Cab for Cutie
16. To Be Alone With You- Sufjan Stevens
17. The Con- Tegan & Sara
18. Re: Stacks- Bon Iver

- Rainy day
- Book/poem by Saul Williams ",said the shotgun to the head"
- Bag of cracker jacks your grandma mailed to you
- Cozy sweatshirt

INSTRUCTIONS:
Gather first group of ingredients. Push play and let stand for as long as the playlist lasts.
Gather second group of ingredients. Begin with putting on the cozy sweatshirt, then gradually add the rainy day. crack the poem by Saul Williams and slowly take it in- cover to cover. Mix in the bag of cracker jacks (amount dependent on what you gage to be appropriate).

END RESULT:
Re-centering of self.
If you have been forgetting the words (to your favorite songs, to the names of towns your friends live in, to vegetables you used to eat on a daily basis, to describe beautiful scenes without using the word "beautiful", etc.)- this may help slow you down enough to recover some of the vocabulary of your mother tongue which has felt oceans away the past few weeks. ("they'll never find the words to say which would completely explain just how I'm breaking down")

If you have been forgetting the peace (of your home church, of bundled up fall days with cider, of coffee culture on Cabot Street, etc.) - this may be just the right dose of "indie" life your heart has been going stir-crazy for, what with lyrics like "Like the sea, constantly changing from calm to ill, madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole, oh! How I'm breakin' down!" and words from a poet like,

forgive me father
for I have sinned
 
i prayed to you
and cupped
 
the wind

and in doing so
barred her entry
into a century:

100 years
of solitude
 
(yes, the wind is the moon’s imagination wandering)
 
i will now pray
with my hands

outstretched
with these psalms
 
e t c h e d
into my palms