art,art,art. taking long and outrageous road trips. herbal tea. my mug collection. fine point sharpies. driving down the pacific coast highway. live music. hippies at heart. musicians. knit hats. wine. big sur. camping. long conversations. bright and hopeful mornings. murals...i want this:
***We were born with our eyes wide open So alive with wild hope Now can you tell me why Time after time They drag you down Down in the darkness deep Fools in their madness all around Know that the light don't sleepStep into the silence Take it in your own two hands And scatter it like diamonds All across these lands Blaze it in the morning Wear it like an iron skin Only things worth living for Innocence and magic-amen***
wide range of tastes...the standards are that it must be thought provoking, beautiful, or just damn catchy and danceable. not too into country. "santeria" will always be my jam... "i sang myself a song. it went know what you know, stay when you stay, and go when you go and i call it intuition, flowers bloom and hummingbirds fly yes, i call it intuition, it gets me by" ~mason jennings 'big sur' ..Philosophers have said that we love music because it resembles the sphere-sounds of union. We've been part of a harmony before, so these moments of treble and bass keep our remembering fresh. But how does this happen within these dense bodies full of forgetfulness and doubt and grieving? Its like water passing through us. It becomes acidic and bitter, but still as urine it retains watery qualities. It will put out a fire! So there is this music flowing through our bodies that can dowse restlessness. Hearing the sound, we gather strength. Love kindles with melody. Music feeds a lover composure, and provides form for the imagination. Music breathes on personal fire and makes it keener. The waterhole is deep. A thirsty man climbs a walnut tree growing next to the pool and drops walnuts one by one into the beautiful place. He listens carefully to the sound as they hit and watches the bubbles. A more rational man gives advice, " you'll regret doing this. You're so far from the water that by the time you get down to gather the walnuts, the water will have carried them away." He replies, "I'm not here for the walnuts, I want the music they make when they hit."
stranger than fiction was good
i relate to all of the crazy characters on the office and scrubs. im also a fan of man vs. wild on the discovery channel b/c its maybe the most entertaining show ever.
RUMI POEMSWhy ask about behavior when you are soul-essence, and a way of seeing into presence! Plus you're with us! How could you worry? You may as well free a few words from your vocabulary. Why and how and impossible. Open the mouth-cage and let those fly away. We were all born by accident, but still this wandering caravan will make camp in perfection. Forget the nonsense categories of there and here, race, nation, religion, starting point and destination. You are soul, and you are love, not a sprite or an angel or a human being! You're Godman-womanGod-manGod-Godwoman! No more questions now as to what it is we're doing here.---------------------------------Out of nowhere a horse brought us here where we taste love until we don't exist again. This taste is the wine we always mention. ---------------------------------This is now. Now is. Don't postpone till then. Spend the spark of iron on stone. Sit at the head of the table. Dip your spoon in the bowl. Seat yourself next to your joy and have your awakened soul pour wine. Branches in the spring wind. Easy dance of jasmine and cypress. Cloth for green robes has been cut from pure absence. You're the tailor, settled among his shop goods, quietly sewing.---------------------------------Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!!Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky. Take an ax to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now. You're covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. The speechless full moon comes out now.There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.-----------------------------------------------***The se words are an alternate universe. Hear the passage into silence and be that.***
grayson in my class, because she proudly proclaims that she is "not afraid of anything." then she says..."well, except maybe vampires."