Notes on Sin...from 21st & The Grand

I just lost the call with Amy, we were laughing a lot and she was trying to tell me about how good it is to breast feed Madilyn and I was trying to tell her that even tho I didn't get it, I did get the joy in her heart because it came out in her warm engagement on the phone...we laughed about other things too all while I changed clothes on the beach and put my stuff away to go inside where my favorite place to write and see the sea is and we agreed I'd come see her next week instead of tonite since my headcold is still here at least in the congestion part if not the fever, which I woke up this morning finally having shook. It is perfectly blue out. Blue sky, blue water, clean clear air. I came in here to write poems but Shankle texted Tacos? and now since I'm not going to C-town that sounds like the most perfect thing in the world. So a spondown on the blog is my medicine instead.

This is just right--I set out to have a day. Like how me and Larry and Bran did that month or so I lived in Seattle on his floor. Some days he'd just walk in, this was before texting or whatever, and be like Yo? Walkabout? And we'd pack a bag and off on foot around the city we'd go. I'm saying, some days for like 6, 7 hours. Miles and miles hoofed. Cheap ass food in alley walk-ups. Bookstores galore. Amazing shots with his 35mm on the streets. Hanging out in Chinatown or by the Puget Sound. No agenda, open to the flow~~~

The trip to Katie's was good. Seeing Josh was good. I woke up this morning and looked at my horosccope then theirs, and thank god I did it started me right again in a way that I like to be right--in the right wide-open fresh way full of zeal and contagious wonder and awe for the mystery and ever-living every-moment potential-of-life way that I always am after road trips. It was almost lost on me because of the funk of the headcold that hit on Monday on my drive home. I hate Delaware, by the way, it is one long ass Glen Burnie and I feel as though it should not exist. No offense Michelle, and Chico, who are the only two people I know who have any thing to do with that forsaken place. Anyhow yea, Rob Brezny and feeling right~which just means keeping the freshness of being alive~in walkabout wonder. Choosing this.

Here is what I read on his page this morning, it is sniped from his book Pronoia which is a book about how, if we so choose to believe (because belief is all that matters) the whole world could be at all times conspiring to shower us with blessings... It made me feel instantaneously alive and ready to be alive, ready to live. This is his replacement, new and improved, of the Seven Deadly Sins:

"But we have formulated a fresh set of soul-harmers, the Four Foolish Virtues. They are as follows:
(1) being analytical to such extremes that you repress your intuition;
(2) sacrificing your pleasure through a compulsive attachment to duty;
(3) tolerating excessive stress because you assume it helps you accomplish more;
(4) being so knowledgeable that you neglect to be curious."

Hell yea, feel the sparkle of that a while...I'm gonna go eat some tacos.