Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Chapter 32

I am the beloved.
I was always the beloved.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Cancer Rising

another revolution around the sun.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Faith

what is faith? A consequence of trust? Or the dialogue that lingers somewhere outside the self reaching in, soliciting reassurance that no matter what, this is a good ride. hmmm. Long day on the bus. Errands to do, things to pick up and put down. Warm day breathing sunshine. I can't helped but to feel my chi is taking me somewhere today. Perhaps where I need to be. I just want to play today. Take in the day exactly as is and enjoy the course. & I can't help feeling like faith hitched along on the ride. ...to be continued.


blehlelalele~

Sunday, June 7, 2009

yen

The hem of my thoughts curl up, revealing fleshy appetite seeking deliverance. I slide finger against the thought of you. I dream of summer’s humid heat, car rides, and hand jobs.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

sketchbook: Hauntings

Another late night tacked onto the paycheck, I outlast the moonset. There’s gristle stuck to my mood. It resides deep in the enameled crevasses of my thought. I try to pick it out but only manage to lodge it further. Inevitably the inevitable wants invited in and I can’t help but succumb to the ghost that lingers in my head tonight. Old bones tucked in the closet worn to dust; I almost forgot the physiognomy of my skeleton. Time has done what it promised. Withered bones become a heap of white powder. I thought I could simply sweep it up and be done. I didn’t count on old bone dust disturbed, plumes the air. I find myself ingesting hollow words whispered to me so long ago. Scratchy whiskers rise from the dead and bless my cheek with curses. I am that helpless child all over again trying to breech the caveat between me and the old need to be loved.

Six Words


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constant in a sea of change
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Friday, June 5, 2009

Weathervane

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose." - Dr. Seuss

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Midnight Shift Procrastination

Sadly, I just want more time to make this better. :)

My Life in Pictures
DIRECTIONS:- Go to Google image search.- Type in your answer to each question.- Choose a picture from the first page.- Use this website to make your collage.- Save the image for use in this note.- Post.

QUESTIONS:
1. What is your name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your hometown?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. What is your favorite movie?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What is one word to describe yourself?
10. How are you feeling right now?
11. What do you love most in the world?
12. What do you want to be when you grow up


Wednesday, June 3, 2009

i'm cute

This is a shot of my soul. That's my smile. Those are my eyes grinning.
~GoGo

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Monday, June 1, 2009

fifteen minute drifting

I look at the clock, 4:25 am. Another week of overnights, I step outside for the fresh air. Birds wake in the charcoal silhouette of distant canopy against the fading black of sky. Busy chirping distracts the quiet while I try to collect my thoughts. I’m searching for a 15 minute epiphany.

Time stretches forever, pacing its own metronome, I can’t figure out the rhythm. Sigh. Life never really plays out in iambic pentameter. My internal dialogue always hides in wry wit when there isn’t much else to say. I miss the triplets coupled anchoring my world – those moments of clarity that kiss my forehead and point me in some direction. I do what I have always done and try to find the beat in my own words.

This listener trips over her own voice ‘cause she can’t find the pace in life. I’m a clumsy mess these days, awkward and gangly. I’ve always used my two feet, moved them one in front of the other, negotiating my way with that reprieve of dialogue between the universe and this small self – words bridging the ethereal veil planting me solid in my own life. This has been my anchor, my grace. I can’t find the connection.

The night turns periwinkle as I spin in my 15 minute break. Time’s running out for understanding. Can’t force insight. I let myself off the hook for the moment. I’m not ready to succumb to feeling lost or defeated. What I do know is I have so many questions and I feel like that child in me who connected Santa Claus with G-d. Realized all those adults were making sh!t up for so long, too many truths became lies uncovered.

“What is true here?!” I blunt out in my own head. Little gyrl meets internal dialogue I become my own 1 act play. My adult yearns to give the answers but missing all the logic. I don’t have my own answers, no pretty words to wrap up understanding, and I can see this self complicating the plot once again. And the universe is keeping its counter melody under wraps.

Adult, child, and internal dialogue fuss in the growing light. Its time to go inside and keep working.