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.

Everything IS Amazing

Ohhh my god did this picture make me laugh out loud. I found it on a link to "yoga" on the writer Susanna Breslin's impecably challenging The Reverse Cowgirl blog--is she sensational or id or truth we hate to see or humbled brilliance wrapped up in ego's disguise--oh right that's the same thing...Ahhh whatever whatever she's got me hooked and this picture, this morning, made me laugh out loud and think of my pal Amy. When she used to live under me some 7 or 8 years ago we made a regular deal out of calling one another AssHead as a means of reminder: You're taking your self too seriously again, my friend. Wrapped as you are around your own chord....

Amy and Me in Ocean City being cheesy bc that's what we do best,

(besides being assheads)

Anyhow later today--after much sleep-age, (I finally took a sick day and didn't move really, at all, from sleep position until perusing facebook about an hour ago) I found this video, compliments of my ol homies Drew and Serio, both from highschool days. Seriously, do yourself a favor and go to youtube and watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoGYx35ypus
It's the comic Louis CK on Conan and the title is "Everything's amazing, nobody's happy". It too made me laugh out loud because it reminded me of a philosophy I learned about through the writer/sage/astrologist Rob Brezny, called Pronoia.

From wikipedia:
Pronoia Philosophy
"The simplest definition of Pronoia may be to say that it is the opposite of paranoia. A person suffering from paranoia suspects that persons or entities (e.g. governments) conspire against them. A person enjoying pronoia feels that the world around them conspires to do them good."

And from Rob Brezny, on how Pronoia works:
"Bear in mind that you are a great wizard. You can use your powers to practice white magic on yourself instead of the other kind. The most basic way to do that is to concentrate on naming, savoring, and feeling gratitude for the blessings you do have—your love for your kid, the pleasures of eating the food you like, the sight of the sky at dusk, the entertaining drama of your unique fate. Don't ignore the bad stuff, but make a point of celebrating the beautiful stuff with all the exuberant devotion you can muster." Check him out, the link I included takes you to another excerpt from his book that is so worth reading.

So, Wow. Thanks Universe, for the reminder....as for me, back I go to choosing amazing...

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