This is it, this is the energy that had me so Bmore bound in the fall, in the winter, in the spring.
Driving to Mandy's, talking to Erika, chilling with Erin, crashing at my brothers.
This zeal-force vitality that comes with being in the swing, in the flow of my life.
WISDOM of Wildness~tell the people this, the ones who dont get it or dont know: our lives crash and throttle along, this is time of flow. Our lives too ebb like a far emptied flat mudbed dry of any current, this is time of rest and letting go. Too we go by our own Nature of things and STRESS comes from fighting your nature, meant to meld with Nature, so it is writ all things~Divine.
Time between summer solstice and first harvest is funny time of great friction stuck in void: it is peak growing season but the natural force-energy's begun to ebb. Stored sunlight for energy it is now especially that the winter, and how you cared for yourself or didn't then, will manifest and come to fruit in your spirit, your health mental physical emotional and more.
Maybe I'll go to Philly Wednesday? That would mean I'd miss out on hanging with my new 21 year old friends at Macky's tho tehe ha ha ho ho. Today I am going to the beach with Chrissy Shulka of Piezano's on the boardwalk 1996 history one of a million grrrls folded in to the mix back then of beach boys and the Crofton days. She has a baby now and I knew it but wasn't even thinking about it when I texted her deck-party Monday night? Got the little one with me she answered so even better, beaching it with an old and true grrrlfriend. Timmy and Ed and Tim's girl Sara and I will hit the deck party instead, and how funny is this, me 33 single girl in OC writing poems and putting pieces together of my novel and being an artist free spirit sunhead naturelover and for the first time in my whole life truly not giving a fuck?
Except for those few things.
I have a list of things to do today call Erika is number one, only behind opening a bank account. The small town local Chestertown one not gonna do for me no more. She said 12 whole years later what a relief, what a funny dream.
My landlord from Easton hasn't sent my securiyt deposit back. I'm in a wedding this weekend and my new baby neice-in (which is neice and cousin morphed as one) Savanna is already so old and I've already missed so much.
Beth and Paul live in my dreams. Like Josh did and does and now Micah and Kate and funny random people too, like Dominic and Jessica and Ms. Fran. But Beth and Paul speak only sweet allowance, o sacred air of deep soul breath breeze.
O life, and all your funny little schemes.
I tried to force myself in to sleeping but 33 hours of work in 3 days will keep you charged and get you awake by 7am. That, and dad's loud tv.
My favorite thing in the world is writing or reading in bed though, so the time is right, my nature is upon me, so here's to allowing it. To be.
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Now the party's over
I'm so tired
Then I see you coming
out of nowhere
Much communication in a motion
Without conversation or a notion
Avalon
Where the samba takes you
out of nowhere
And the background's fading
out of focus
Yes the picture's changing
every moment
and your destination
you don't know it
Avalon
When you bossa nova
there's no holding
Would you have me dancing
out of nowhere
Avalon
I don't care how much of a cheeseball I am. I was thinking this song the whole time I was reading this.
-B
aaaa i fucking miss you! dancy dancer come dance with me it's been far too long shmrrrr. ps you may be cheesy that's very true. but i'm proud of you all the same. love.
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