This past week has been a week of amazing music and soul/spiritual connectivity. I cannot articulate well enough how awesome last weekend was and even more so, the new people I met who I consider soul connected. This whole week was great. From the music to Thanksgiving, the energy was right on. But then there came LA.
I drove up to LA yesterday spur of the moment. I wanted to go up to suprise my good friend who needs some suprising in her life, and I admit, I was sort of hoping to see this sexy british man I met in San Diego. But of course, that did not go as hoped and the night got a bit dramatic, and i felt trapped again in the middle of a messy situation -- just the synergy of it ruined my energy. And do I woke up today and realized I am done with LA at least for the time being. It feels so fucking chlastraphobic up there, and while I love my sister up there, my lifestyle is not one of partying at all hours of the day and sleeping from 6am - 2pm. It totally ruined my flow a bit. But its all good, sometimes you learn about life that way and people and places. I feel bad I came and went but felt so refershed getting out of that circle.
There will always be people who will be a part of my heart but it was a chapter I am putting behind for the moment. I know working with GINA RENE will give me the satisfaction I am looking for on the music front. And the people front and the soul connected front.
I don't know where i'm going with this. I'm deliriously tired. But i'd like to take note of mentioning the sexy english man I met last weekend. While I don't think it was love at first site, it was definitely a soul connection at first site. That type of person where you think about him and then they call. I am putting it out there that it will work out to see you again. That all vibes are good. I would love for that to work in my favor.
Delirious...time for bed...
Saturday, November 28, 2009
the older you get.
the older you get the less you stop worrying.
stop putting the energy out on people....
who don't put in their two cents,
men who don't give you the response you deserve,
friends who go behind backs,
gossipers and negative nancy's,
people who go so far as to "delete" you from a social network in fear of exploiting
what's already exploited.
Inmature and lame, these people can be.
The older I get, I stop caring, I play it breezy, it's not worth the energy to figure people out or to over-analyze a situation or a phone call or a person or a fucked up situation that you know about but would just rather stay neutral too. People are very interesting. The older I get the more I learn about people. I'm not perfect by any means either. So in the meantime, i'm just going to stop letting people get under my own skin, continue to surround myself with the flow of people who make me grow, not the flow of people who do not know.
stop putting the energy out on people....
who don't put in their two cents,
men who don't give you the response you deserve,
friends who go behind backs,
gossipers and negative nancy's,
people who go so far as to "delete" you from a social network in fear of exploiting
what's already exploited.
Inmature and lame, these people can be.
The older I get, I stop caring, I play it breezy, it's not worth the energy to figure people out or to over-analyze a situation or a phone call or a person or a fucked up situation that you know about but would just rather stay neutral too. People are very interesting. The older I get the more I learn about people. I'm not perfect by any means either. So in the meantime, i'm just going to stop letting people get under my own skin, continue to surround myself with the flow of people who make me grow, not the flow of people who do not know.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
My turn.
When will it be my turn.
To wake up each morning next to that smile that will last a lifetime.
Sick of waiting to find love.
I wonder why we are soul connected to people?
I feel a connection to him, and him, and him too yet it would never work.
It is about timing in this life time.
Love is all about timing in this world.
I'm sick of my watch not working.
Sick of my clock breaking.
Sick of my heart going in circles with thoughts
that feel right and thoughts that get me excited only to be burned.
When's it my turn?
I'm ready to feel it again, find it again, devote to it again.
If timing was right, maybe it would work.
Connection is deep.
Are we both the black sheep?
I want love.
"Jesus Christ I'm alone again."
I wake up from my sleep
And realize it was all a dream.
I'm still sitting here. Waiting.
Do you think about me too?
Sometimes I just want a clue.
I could be ready for you.
If timing was right.
When's it my turn?
To wake up each morning next to that smile that will last a lifetime.
Sick of waiting to find love.
I wonder why we are soul connected to people?
I feel a connection to him, and him, and him too yet it would never work.
It is about timing in this life time.
Love is all about timing in this world.
I'm sick of my watch not working.
Sick of my clock breaking.
Sick of my heart going in circles with thoughts
that feel right and thoughts that get me excited only to be burned.
When's it my turn?
I'm ready to feel it again, find it again, devote to it again.
If timing was right, maybe it would work.
Connection is deep.
Are we both the black sheep?
I want love.
"Jesus Christ I'm alone again."
I wake up from my sleep
And realize it was all a dream.
I'm still sitting here. Waiting.
Do you think about me too?
Sometimes I just want a clue.
I could be ready for you.
If timing was right.
When's it my turn?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Fall.
There is something very warming a about a crisp Saturday morning, sleeping in a bit, waking up not hungover, lighting an insense in my home, (which still weirds me out to say home), making fresh coffee because I actually have time to make it, using Gingerbread flavored creamer, thinking about what I have to do today, and realizing...well, really nothing...at least for another 6 hours.
Summer used to be my favorite, until I realized I am really not a lay in the sun type of girl. I love the calming sounds of the beach, but will never be one to lay out for no reason and try to get tan. Not even if I accurately fit in a bikini. I have a problem with ladies wearing a bikini when they don't fit in one, I think it's unflattering, but hey now that's a whole other story. Summer is lovely for the flip flops, and tanks, and good dose of vitamin c that gives me a bronze for no more than a day.
But then there is Fall, and the older I get the more time I have used to stop and enjoy the crisp air, the warm feeling in the air, the pumpkin flavored lattes, cute boots and scarves that are out. I heart Fall.
I don't know where i'm going with this, my idea was to write a poem again, but I got distracted bt Facebook, pre-blog.
Now if only I can find a man. I miss the days of waking up and doing nothing together for awhile then walking to the bagel shop together. It's the simple things that make love special. I totally yearn to find that again.
Perhaps Love is in the air.
Ohh fall, you are quite lovely.
Summer used to be my favorite, until I realized I am really not a lay in the sun type of girl. I love the calming sounds of the beach, but will never be one to lay out for no reason and try to get tan. Not even if I accurately fit in a bikini. I have a problem with ladies wearing a bikini when they don't fit in one, I think it's unflattering, but hey now that's a whole other story. Summer is lovely for the flip flops, and tanks, and good dose of vitamin c that gives me a bronze for no more than a day.
But then there is Fall, and the older I get the more time I have used to stop and enjoy the crisp air, the warm feeling in the air, the pumpkin flavored lattes, cute boots and scarves that are out. I heart Fall.
I don't know where i'm going with this, my idea was to write a poem again, but I got distracted bt Facebook, pre-blog.
Now if only I can find a man. I miss the days of waking up and doing nothing together for awhile then walking to the bagel shop together. It's the simple things that make love special. I totally yearn to find that again.
Perhaps Love is in the air.
Ohh fall, you are quite lovely.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Something in the air.
There is something in the sky these days
And I cant quite taste it with my pallet.
There is something in the sky though that’s lingering
Changing the mood of the happy and the go-lucky
Changing the mood of the crisp fall air
Changing the mood of the people who should come together
In good times and in bad
Changing the flow of the rhythm of the beat
Changing the flow of the once felt steam heat
Changing the flow of the talk and the walk
With those who carry on the poppytalk
There is something in the sky that’s altering the vibe
Of the night, of the day, of the afternoons that turn into days of non stop filibustering
There is something in the air that is catching me off guard, and not just me but the people I meet And the folk I want to greet.
Perhaps it is the full moon
Id like to blame it on that
The sea is crashing waves but not in a timely order.
The moon is not hiding behind a foggy sky
It is there, changing the way we speak, see and feel
Changing the rythym of the next 24 hours and the last 24 hours
Changing the motion of the notion you thought was flowing well.
But only now we can say, only time will tell.
It’s the moon
The full moon
That’s out to get us in the crisp fall air.
Do you feel it too?
Strange, isn’t it?
Thank goodness for wine. Red wine that is. On a chilly fall night.
And I cant quite taste it with my pallet.
There is something in the sky though that’s lingering
Changing the mood of the happy and the go-lucky
Changing the mood of the crisp fall air
Changing the mood of the people who should come together
In good times and in bad
Changing the flow of the rhythm of the beat
Changing the flow of the once felt steam heat
Changing the flow of the talk and the walk
With those who carry on the poppytalk
There is something in the sky that’s altering the vibe
Of the night, of the day, of the afternoons that turn into days of non stop filibustering
There is something in the air that is catching me off guard, and not just me but the people I meet And the folk I want to greet.
Perhaps it is the full moon
Id like to blame it on that
The sea is crashing waves but not in a timely order.
The moon is not hiding behind a foggy sky
It is there, changing the way we speak, see and feel
Changing the rythym of the next 24 hours and the last 24 hours
Changing the motion of the notion you thought was flowing well.
But only now we can say, only time will tell.
It’s the moon
The full moon
That’s out to get us in the crisp fall air.
Do you feel it too?
Strange, isn’t it?
Thank goodness for wine. Red wine that is. On a chilly fall night.
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