and so here i am

that's right.

do i flow?
do i trust what's organic yo'?



:)


yeah. but first another bath.

but i have started a blog
this blog

and to it i return tonight.
and will continue to
again and again
until i get it


this burning desire
to

express



is here to stay



and to that i say


huurray!
oy vey!


and everything beyond that
and in between



some of us were
BORN TO WRITE

i know i was
especially every time i find myself here
like tonight





and here i intend to go on burning bright
somewhere in the night

time ... organically

time
you found time enough to love
and i found love enough to hold you

so tonight
barry manilow on my itunes


i pass no judgements
that are harshness
and critical

no siree.

 ....

tonight i'm here to flow and write
organically.

last night in bed
a single tear
and then a deluge
as i invited inspiration in and connected with a rich sliver of a past i once held dear.

Today is your birthday! My twin sister sang to me In a voice mail she left on my cell. Indeed. I'm a bit quieter. I sent her a pair of green converse sneaks.

i'm here!
i'm alive!
i'm well

i'm a alright.



whew.

it's taken me a while to get here but here i am.





everything i have ever done .. has led me to this moment in time.


"... the gate's been lifted and she's coming out!"

look at her go!


man that horse is fast!


pulease.
:)



i've got so much energy and am so quick i might as just have a conversation with myself.

which makes this writing medium perfect.

"i'm coming out" on the jukebox"

beautiful.

you may ask yourself, "what am i doing here?"  i hope you answer that question well for yourself.

i hope you
find  some one you
enjoy
here.





me? i'm here because
it's enjoyable.




and i find it very therapeutic.



and that's a fact.

Hello.

Hello. Hello. Heyo. Hey hey hello.

Hello.

I believe in writing whatever comes to mind. I do it all the time.  Sure I hold back, at times. I don't like to though, and that's a fact.  I prefer to trust my intentions, what I know and don't too I suppose, and then go go go. 

I may need to clarify that one  day, but not today.

Hello. heyo. hey lo lo lo.

echo.

Writing for the sake of writing? perhaps yes don't know.  Writing for the joy the freedom the smoothness because I'm here.

yes.

Isn't that what we do? write, fill in the white space,  show we have a spirit, a soul, 

and possibly even

a gift for gab.

Writing,

never deleting.

it's a rule

that's in place

for a good reason

if i began to delete

most everything surely would be removed

and all that is left would be 

white space.

so

here

remain

words

no fear.

Gazing Upwards

February 2010

February:
the second month of the year, in the northern hemisphere usually considered the last month of winter.


Spring:
1- the season after winter and before summer, in which vegetation begins to appear.
2- a resilient device that can be pressed or pulled but returns to its former shape when released.
3- to move or jump suddenly or rapidly upward or forward.
4- a place where water or oil wells up from an underground source.