Wide Open

There is a place I like to go. My mother, of course, would not approve of me walking around a cemetery, whether it be ten in the morning or six in the afternoon. Some people will say I am crazy. A cemetery is not much different than a city park, just a few feet below, laying in hundreds of rectangles are our ancestors. It has the extreme quiet, and you can feel the energy in the air, whoever's it may be. No one goes here. Dark. Forgotten. Cemeteries are the most peaceful places on Earth, right beside a well traveled highway, no one stops in.

Scars and Kittys

Last month, I began to feel as if I wanted to erase the past year of my life. I wanted to slice it out of my memory like a tumor. This could only be possible with a machine or lots of drugs. I instead, sat back, and wrote down all the things I learned. Some of these things are: How to get a book published, what it's like to be arrested, How to balance my bank account, All the parts of the gym (besides the treadmill), how to drink tequila (you don't), the importance of keeping in touch with old friends....I realize that all the people I met, all the memories I made, the happy memories, the lessons I learned. I decided to always look forward, not backwards, I am not moving backwards. I'll keep the tumor but treat it more like a scar, a lesson learned.
My Ginger Kitty is going crazy today, the wind is blowing leaves past the window in a mix of trash, leaves and dirt tornadoes. She wants to catch these, she runs back and forth, life is simple for a Kitty.

Late Night Thoughts

When I first began decoding the polka dots from the flowers, I realized that inside the tiny flowers were more polka dots, that the petals were spots and the flowers must be Daisies or Sunflowers or Forget-Me-Nots and I couldn't find the difference, the distinction, because in the variety was the same harmony and That's when I realized that it didn't truly matter if the spots, the blots, the tear drops, were the same or not. The importance was in the pattern they were in, and Christ All-Mighty it was a lovely design. On second thought, they were Forget-Me-Nots...

700 miles

I love the rain on my stars. It rained pretty hard this week, it also cost me a lot of money. However, the spider ran away, this town wasn't big enough for the two of us. My birthday is this next week, I'm getting a visit from an old friend who lives 700 miles away. Sometimes, when you least expect it, the most important of things happen to you, I didn't realize it would be this big of a deal, but I cannot wait to see my old friend. I've known him for 6 years now and I cannot wait to catch up on all the things we can't talk about over texts and the phone because somethings you talk about in person are so very different than the things you talk about when you're 700 miles away...

Sunflowers

I have to opportunity to travel to Chicago this weekend, sadly, i turned it down. I would really wish to go, however, my job situation doesn't allow me to do such spontaneous things, not just yet. I've been doing yoga and tarot a lot, waking up early in the morning, hearing the birds, feeling, and I mean really feeling the sunshine. Knowing that I am at peace with the universe, living alongside it, not against it, relaxes my mind more. I am excited to be here. I love it here.

true blue

You should have seen the blue of the sky through my sunglasses. It was the bluest of the blue, a blue of the budding Viola, with a hint of green, teal around the edges. The grass looked greener and the world looked brighter than I'd ever known. And then, I realized I had taken off my glasses without even knowing it, and the world was actually that beautiful. Funny how those things work out...

Spider's Garden

I have been stuck in a spider web for the past seven months. I have been in a place where I thought was beautiful and perfect but it was just a Mirror of what I wished it was, and by wishing it was this beautiful perfect garden, I began to Think it was. But it wasn't. I was caught in the most sticky of spider webs, and I believed this was all there was. And one day, when the Mirror was shattered, the flesh and the bones of the spider were blazing red and white in front of me. I had been deceived, tricked, I had been made a bigger fool than I have ever thought I could be. And the sick thing is, is that while I was caught, I believed it. But the Mirror lifted the webs from my wings and I flew with the butterflies from the garden, I know what it was, and I am proud that I have gotten away from the spider before he sucked me dry.