What should Alejandra's reaction be when she is told by a sleepy colleague to "chill and just roll with it?" Smile and say: "Yeah, you're right." Know that Sonny means well as he munches those pretty flowers.
psssst ... The Universe wants you to know the spell you've been under is about to lift. Oh happy day! Just be mindful from here on out of what plants you find in your Redi-Mix bag of salad greens.
We never truly grow the way we need to when rooted in one place, and comfort can be an obstacle when a task demands attention. Beginnings are always more rosy than saying you're done. What was learned along the way? Stumble. Repeat. The plan behind the madness may not be revealed until the next stop along this eternal blacktop. The journey stretches on into vaguely familiar territory as Karma keeps our souls in play.
Storytellers and makers of beautiful things sometimes deal with the downside of creativity. Maybe this next bit will come off as triggering, but artists don't always have an easy time on this rock. For some, these trips around the Sun are white-knuckle rides. One way or another, we all stick around for as long as we can, so it's best to focus on the joy and memories and stories and beauty that's been left for the rest of us to hold in our hearts.
We interact with each other's mask
(Parti Town gets brisk business)
You only know the me I put on
for everyday wear
Meat Is Where the Might Is
The shell is but a calling card
'Round and 'round we've been and never once have we gotten this trick right. Strange emotions and uncomfortable realizations equal the best we can expect from the present situation.
This is not our time. At most, we've been around the bend twice. Early days still to be well enough to collaborate. We'll just have to remember our safe word for the next time, and time after that, and one more time again. Each meet-up should prove to be more productive than the last. Even though I'm running, I've let you know I'm running. The last thing I want you to do is take the bait. This is not a game of chase. Fate has something else planned, like having a second (third...fourth...fifth...sixth) look at our unfinished business. Love is equal parts faith and uncertainty. It is fuel to keep us on an unknowable course.
I haven't heard anything official. He's just not here.
Yeah, umm ... there's a funny story about that.
Who has the shekels to be zaftig?
I can only capture your image during a downpour.
What does it mean when people are upside down and objects look just right?
More a love bite than a parting shot:
The time I've spent with you has shown me I've got one well-developed Snob Muscle.
from sprout to blossom to kindling
we all have our day of beauty
Loved by all
understood by you alone
I am the result of all my life choices
stars are meant to heal
A pole climber
A clown
A grocery cart pusher wearing someone else's ring
A girl who crossed the International Date Line
And waited for you in a bar nobody else could find
You wrote her name recently in a book of receipts
Heartache and anger rearranged the letters
taKe
15 years and too many miles to matter
We walk on stage with nothing to say
This is what the pink moon showed us today
longing for the old country
where its inhabitants would eat your tender belly
and spit out what would be left of any backbone
you are neither just off the boat
nor are you 15 quid short of the price needed for membership
your contacts are clouded by a pretty shade of pussy willow
while you struggle to juggle disparate worlds in the search for the perfect
ISO
My tummy has been awash in warm, slightly pinchy rumblings for the past few weeks. Not acid reflux or indigestion, but rather an arousing twinge in the middle o' the breadbasket. It feels right. I know to trust that particular gut reaction. Bad vibes come at me all cold; sharp jabs in the lower back with a note of bile on the palatine uvula. I can trust my intuition more at <fill in the blank> years of age than <now subtract 20> because I've made mistakes, the same ones a few times even, and finally understand that a change of game plan is what's going to get me where I need to go. Where that is, of course, I do not know.
So how to describe my balanced-yet-foolhardy energy? One that is trusting, loving, non-judgmental of myself and others, and confident that if I go with the flow (which is so very hard for me) I've done the homework that'll save me from disappointment. We are all on a Grand Adventure, Cubby! Be prepared and always carry a First Aid Kit.
Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.
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