First Day of My Life

Precious. The Miracle of Connection and Hope and Love.

Twenty Four

I was blond then. In the moment of this photograph, diffuse. She had been brushing my hair over the edge of the mattress. With each stroke I was more enthralled. There were whispers and some of that soft kind of laughter. I think that was the day she named me Moon. We were going to France and she was practicing the language. Dandelion is how it began. Then "mon Dandelion", into Moon Danda, and then simply... Moon. And I stayed Moon for years. Maybe 10. Not sure anyone ever knew the story of it's beginnings.

On a Thing Called Art

Full Moon in Aries

Magnolia seeds. The evergreen kind. Hard, furry, shells,

clumps of fullness carrying baby magnolias safe and sound.

In the warmth they open revealing the infant trees.

They even have umbilicals.

I know I am a fool.

Went to the bookshelf, zoned in on a book, opened to a page. A kind of tarot, seems childish, pure. Kinda pure. Maybe there was a wee bit of educated soulful guessing. After all, it is the words of Jeanette. Right? Wonderin' what will I make of what's there on this published Ouija board.

"Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars.

I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliation and exaltations that light us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. But how else to live, vertical that I am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love."

Jeannette Winterson, Gut Symmetries

Sheltering Sky

Brutal and human and cinematic genius. Peter Gabriel music. Love flails against bonds and freedom. Life and Death glaring back at you in the heat of the desert sun. Deborah Winger becomes a prisoner and the lover of her jailer as her whole world continues to unravel. I can't help but try and imagine where her mind is going, where it will wind up. Traveler vs. tourist. Artistic mind vs. the conventional or mundane or normal. Some of my friends wonder why I love it. I wonder why they wonder. There is just so much sensuality to witness. Everywhere.

Tunner: Do you and Port ever... share the same room?
Kit Moresby: Tunner, when you travel for months on end, you have to set it up this way. But if you're talking about sex, the first rule of marriage is never to confuse it with sleep.

Beauty and Truth

So much discovery of beauty and truth. At least that's what it feels like somewhere under my skin. I think these gorgeous souls are gifts of my angels. I can see their footprints everywhere. Oh rain on me, Universe, these sweet surprises. I love surprises. I love the momentum that swings me up in the air on such a happy swing in the park.

And so now there's a discussion on the floor. Dating. What the fuck is it really? Is it a mating system or is it a step farther with someone who has been chosen as someone that might be mateable? And if it's a system to get to know someone to choose for a partner, do I really need to get out of the way in order to really know them so that my ideas about what I think I want don't pollute the reality of the person? :::laughing::: o.k. I'm over thinking this. I'll just let my heart be happy about the crispness of the incoming Fall and the fact that flannel shirts are going to be worn regularly soon! Make memories and drink it all in, I say. Life is amazing!

Another thing is, I think that stones ask to be balanced, by me. "here i am. down here. by your left foot a little to the right. choose me. choose me!" They're so sweet. And there are words that I learned from my heart. Don't know if it would work for anyone. It's barah instilde. (bah ra in still day) When I say it the stones balance easier.

Wordmindfunnyboneheartbirthsmith Discovery!

There are people you meet that just crawl inside of you and whisper against the blood rushing in your veins and you can almost see them seeing even if you've never seen them. B and S are like that. I've been reading B's blog and listening to her heart and memory and believing. Makes the day aware of it's own dreams and the dream it comes from and the dreams it is becoming. http://becoy.blogspot.com/

Morning of Dexter with Simon and laughter. He came over to help me reformat the PC and left to go help his grandma in the garden. He does all this with such grace. Some say I should take credit for his beauty but I think he was born with it. I take credit for some of the twinkle in his eyes.

Inspired. Today. I love inspiration.