So I am blogging because that is the second best way to unfurl my muscles and soften my stress and relax my bones. It does not cease to amaze me: the effect the salt and sun have on my soul. This is not just hippiedippie as it sounds it is also true. It is the solitary reason I moved here, all the way away from my family and friends and the land that raised me and the sea that is my own. Because I need the elements in a bodily, active, daily way.
I am listening to Paul Simon on Spotify, The Rhythm of the Saints. So remedying for the poet in me and it's been a good year or two since I've started a day with the glory of The Obvious Child. Should I not have the ocean this morning, I shall instead have this the other tide that moves me. Words, and muse, which is its own flow all the same. oooo aaa ooo aaaahhh Summer skies stars are fallin all along the injured coast...In the sixties he just let it out the words the flight the heart of America he moved us on. I am backstepping now because of all the new which there is to start and it feels scary and huge and insurmountable when it wakes me up in my new bed in my new loft with the peepers chirping out the window their nighttime canyon song. Surf I don't have to think about. Just feel and float then rock that shit along. Just be and let the do happen. Naturalness surge easy flux of retreat, be still, now move on. Again, again, yet again.
There is a bonus track called Thelma on Spotify this is re-released, a nice surprise. I will get the hang of this, work and school and so on. I am quite good at in-between I remind myself alot that's what all this is. It just feels cramped and like I can't move. That's so not me.
Gratitude goes a long way a day at a time tho.
See~!
The grls,: Annie, me Nic and D in HB
Gray's 10th bday party 9/9/12 xo
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