Chasing meaning is better for your health than avoiding discomfort.

EPIC 

I love this so much. I could write this over and over and apply it to my life in every area. So heavy and so significant.  

Where are you?

Do you even carry,
In your little warm hairy,
A bone of any courteously or caring?

Why is it that,
After the fact,
I feel so alone and wary?

I so long to be held,
Together our bodies could meld,
I just want to feel intimacy and love.

Alas you're like a stone,
With a heavy sigh and a groan,
Would you be soft even if you could of?




I'm sorry that I was born with deep heart and emotions. Intricate feelings and a mirage of subconscious vibes. Every little thing you do or don't do, say or don't say, way or not way..... I just want to feel truly cared about, appreciated, honored, and nurtured.
There was a word that came to mind and it's lost now.
When or if it comes back, I'll post again.
Apparently there is no app or easy way to post on here from my iPhone, assuming because Google is at odds with Apple. I've thought about downloading chrome before. I just need a better outlet, live journal is great too but for some reason I get very drawn to this one. Maybe because it spurs artistic creations? I may still jump back and forth frequently. But the fact remains I need to write more. Even if it's on my phone, with little tiny text, late at night in the warmth of my bed. My own warmth I'm creating while he lays a few feet away, in his own little world, and me in mine.

I long to create my own world again. I often try to figure out why I used to be so happy. And I think that was it. Creating my own little world- with art and writing and nature. Now that I have Jesus I don't need as much new age influences like witchcraft spells or stones to pray to. Yet I miss my fanciful dreamy delights, my mystical and awe for the earth. I want it back. Being a mom now doesn't mean I can't dream.

Bye for now.

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Ain't it the truth.....

Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget
 
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves

Well the clock says it's time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night

It's a Grateful Day

Blues festi at waterfront in Portland!!!!

Driving down, nothing better than Grateful Dead.

Sure I feel like puking due to this pregnancy, but I'm

NOT going to let that stop me :) 

Talley ho!

You know what's funny?

I downloaded an app that plays rain for you

when you cant sleep at night......

Who needs that in Washington State?!?!?

Ah well, with this gorgeous weather......

We finally do. 

Replacement for Facebook

Wow. So I need to get off of facebook, But I still have lots of thoughts and things I feel like sharing with the world. So may as well keep writing since I have slacked on this blog for months....

Thought: Why do people order cappuccinos only to drink the liquid and leave tons of foam behind? You realize what a cap. is right? It's way less milk than a latte. Half of it is foam...on purpose.... *odd*

Thought: I saw 4 people in a row, chewing and shoving food in their mouths today while driving. Eating while on the road is NOT just a rumor...people have truly lost the art of sitting down and enjoying meals. Why can't we be like some European countries? Couple hour long lunches and then a big nap before we continue on with our day. *sigh*

Thought: Sometimes the only thing you can do, is straight up ignore someone. It's better than to argue or persuade or waste emotions and time. I just have to ignore him. And its the most difficult task. Darn.

Free flowing, ever changing, always aspired.

I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. 

Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. 

I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. 

I am movement. Vivid colors. 

I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. 

I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. 

I am everything I wanted to be.