Your soulspeak companions

Lindsey, my dear sweet friend from way back then, confirmed that meeting in San Diego for the night wouldn't be feasible because her work load was so intense--she's been in town for five days but we couldn't make anything happen.  After she texted I left the 99 cent store, where I seem to visit once weekly for creative accouterments to aid in teaching, and cruised home.  The sun was burning the wildest poetic orange. The palm trees looked black against the nightening sky. I hit a left on Ellis from Brookhurst and whadya know, Ellis is the street that turns to Main which is where I live.  This I did instinctively, body knowledge, and when I realized it sitting at the light I had the most satisfied ease.  I have lived here going on four weeks.  I have slowed down, given over unto myself, allowed for the creation of my own rounds.  And so I begin to feel lovingly contented with my self, with this sweet little hand-crafted life I am whittling out piece by piece.

Laura and Clay eat dinner together every night, they were just finishing the ritual with their customary evening commentary on current events when I walked in the door.   He was a dj on college radio in the late sixties and again in the mid-seventies so his musical sensibility when it comes to soul and in general roots music is unstoppable.  Makes me wish my love Brooks was here because him and Clay would stay up musicing til well past the palms went black til well past them going blue in the moonlight all the way past, for sure, when they turn orange pink again in the earliest morning sun.  That's what happened, unexpected, with us tonight, we got talking music and the conversation had me so lit up I was on spotify with the finest Ray Charles play list I believe I have ever heard, back and forth back and forth to the rocking boat rhythm of some of the sexiest music alive.  Music that made my veins sweat on the inside, music that made me want to squat low on my haunches and let the very earth itself sway me side to side.  Music that made me think of Brooks, of dancing like no one on the planet dances because that planet made of soul is invisible it's one you can only feel through your feet someplace cosmic where they brush on the floor of your shoes it's a planet you inhabit from within, this the planet where Brooks and I live, and so Clay brought him near and Laura too, who brought Erika near by telling me she channeled Fitzgerald while writing this afternoon.

All is right with the world when your housemates, decades ahead of you, bring to you your husband and wife of the creative element, your soulspeak companions three thousand miles away.  When things are so aligned they meld that well to your inner atmosphere.  I love my life.  I love putting my energy in to exactly what I care about, exactly what turns me on.  I do so and it feeds me back at me, in this power surge of soul music over dinner and Fitzgerald wander lust fettering in and out.  I want to yell to Erika, yell to her a quarter-stretch across the globe The Duende The Duende it's alive it's well, but I don't need to because she is my sister my wife in this soul land so she already knows.  Tomorrow I meet Derynne for the Huntington Beach Street Fair   then we are going to an Equinox Bonfire also here in HB.  She too one of this tribe... I danced the best fun dancing with sweet Wallace and his friends this weekend they actually helped themselves to taking over the dj stand, I wrote poems all day on Friday and read in bed most the day long yesterday.  To feed the soul, any who would ever label this selfish how sad!  How much they miss out, how this life by very design sees to it that we serve others just by serving our own true self, that we empower others from the genuine source power when this is what we do.

Ah and for me?  This time, this quiet gentle precious time.  It's been a long time coming.  Life is good.