Coat Of An Elegant Scoundrel
Dear One…

My eyes are burning.

Though you did not return 

To your abode,

Home never left your side.

Thank you.

For bringing me into 

Your experience,

For sharing with me

Your wisdom,

For teaching me

With kindness.

Thank you.

Maturity’s a wrapped-up package deal, or so it seems. Ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams. All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will have to grow up, be an adult.  Yeah, be bored and unfulfilled.

But no one’s yet explained to me exactly what’s so great about slaving 50 years away on something that you hate. About meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity. Well, if that’s your road then take it, but it’s not the road for me.

Although I do not EVER have road rage, I am still somehow compelled to scream this song whenever it comes on!  Muahaha!!!  :D


I am awake and
it feels like mid-afternoon.
I should drive home soon.

Death comes in many forms…

Honestly, I feel like if I stop moving, stop creating, I experience a form of death.  Just as air or water that is not moving becomes stagnant, so do I.  

When I move, and my focus is in the present, in the moment - I experience joy!

When I stop moving, my focus is left to time-travel.  I can wander into the past, take anxious leaps into the future….  Time-traveling, for me, can lead to guilt, fear.  

Lack of exercise - in all forms - leads to atrophy.

I love challenges, of all kinds.  I NEED stimulation, whether internally or externally-driven.  

Music helps keep the momentum going.  I am ever grateful for my senses!  I don’t know what I would do without music, or color….

Movement, gratitude.

Yes, I feel emphatic about not being static
and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.
Just when you thought it was safe to think,
in comes mental piracy, NO!
What I’m looking for,
cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying
cause’ what I want and what I need,
is and will always be free.

I could fall into this picture…

I could fall into this picture…

Why am I here?

It’s become pretty apparent - to me, at least - that I have a love/hate relationship with computers and the Internet.  I tend to avoid sitting down at a desktop the majority of the time, preferring instead to check the ‘important’ *chuckle* information from my ever-present iPhone.  You know, the stuff you can’t live without - Facebook, Gmail….

I have been feeling so incredibly bored lately, in a way that I really could not put my finger on.  A lack of focus, direction, whatnot.  Not sure exactly why this is, but it’s what led me here.  To the desktop.  Sigh.

Perhaps I need some sort of ergonomic chair.  Sitting here makes my back hurt.

While feeling in a rut, I got another nudge from the Universe - start a Reiki class.  Something I’ve been meaning to do for some time now.  So I did.  Just going to go for it, and forget about all of the excuses I’ve been making to myself as to why ‘now is not the time.’

And that, somehow, led me to Tumblr.  I do not remember the exact connection process in my brain.  

Something about foxes.  :)