Saturday, October 31, 2009

At the speed of sound

He's worked on fighter jets, but he's all lover, and life with him is going Mach 3.2

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Risk

I don't want to ride in fast cars or roller coasters, I don't want to pop wheelies or play with fire. I don't want to open my heart, love, be loved and be left--but mostly, I don't want to say no.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Evolving 101

I answered the door, he pushed it open, he moved forward, I stepped back. I told him I felt as if I were crumbling--he told me what's crumbling might be my fear.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Pro choice

An obvious choice, a "right" choice, can manifest into something you never planned for, never envisioned and never wanted. A "wrong" choice, a reckless choice, can turn into something that wakes you up and sets you free. Regardless whether we label them "right" or "wrong," our choices will eventually transcend belief and perception, and become the design of our lives.

Monday, October 12, 2009

I'm here

And the Universe is unfolding as it should.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Sitting at the sidebar

One Of These Things First by Nick Drake

Click on the music player to the right of this post.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Thoughts in real time

I don't like this job and I'm grateful to have it.

Car. Morning. Meter.

I wonder what I was doing today, at the exact moment that lady bug came into my apartment.

I saw a baby chipmunk.

Fucker.

Not the chipmunk.

Too tired for this.

Not cut out for this.

S.O.S.

Someone.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

The garden

When a woman makes love, has she given something away, did she share something sacred, is she taken and returned, worshiped and exposed?

When a woman makes love, is she angel or whore, does she walk in dirt across a sunlit street, or is it all part of the same path?

Jesus, Buddha, Allah, legalize, criticize, until death do you part or love the one you're with--because all of it's true, and none of it's true, so we just try to take care.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Thought in real time

Is it just me, or is there something painfully beautiful and slightly melancholic about the fall?