Only way to survive the insanity is to turn up the volume. Dance! See you on the other side of the Moon…
“Little Red Corvette” Prince
“She’s Strange” Cameo
“She Works Hard for Her Money” Donna Summer
“Whip It” Devo
“Nasty Girl” Vanity 6
“Maniac” Michael Sembello
“Love is a Stranger” Eurythmics
“Sunglasses at Night” Corey Hart
“She Blinded Me with Science” Thomas Dolby
“Love is a Battlefield” Pat Benator
If these songs can’t dissipate the fog? What gives?
Training to walk 18 miles for American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP) on June 16, 2018 in Philadelphia PA. Brotherly love John!
Coming back one way or another… a year and i will be dancing on stage. Age is all mental and physically i’m gonna rock my world!
Ive been under the haters thumb
and i wagged to their beat
not my own drum
but this girl has a heart
that wont repeat
the lies ive been told. deliberate
in my moves,
groves to make you blush. Hush!
you talk too much.
No man lives in a bubble and even on my island, all the bubbles are vacant.
Thank you to Lynette Davis and her blog post, Perseverance: My Word for 2018 I set off to figure out my Word for 2018. I have done this exercise in the past, but the stress level of 2018 weighed too heavily to figure out or worry what ultimately this year was going to be defined as.
Then, after today’s conversation with Manuel, at Emotions of Life, I figured out my 2018 word: DELIBERATE.
Originally, after a three-hour meditative morning, I had decided that REGENERATE would serve me well. After all, the past six or seven years have been a regenerative process that needed to come to a close some time soon. So, why not dedicate this year to finish that process?
Until I realized it is even more important to be deliberate in everything I do. This illumination dawned on me as most relevant. So I changed regenerate into deliberate then set off to find a song that speaks directly to this deliberate mind set? I choose David Gilmour “There’s No Way Out of Here”.
This is the exact opposite of how I feel though, so why would I choose such a song?
- I love the sadness of this song. I am perpetually sad so it fits in with my demeanor. Oh! except when I am riding on a high!
- Reverse psychology works! “What? I can’t get out of here? Watch me!”
- I wanted a song I could listen to over and over.
- I needed a song others could listen to over and over.
- I have not listened to this song for years, so it felt new.
So? Will you choose a word for this year to meditate upon? One way to go about this is to head over to Word Art and start mindstorming words that speak to you.
Choose words that address your emotions. Pick a favorite color, action words that fit in with your personality, or find descriptive words of your favorite place to be. My chosen words in my Word Art are:
- David Gilmour
- There’s No Way Out of Here
If you do this, please let me know! I want to read yours!! 🙂
The shores of Lake Superior, mighty as her waves exist, she invites and brings peaceful contemplation. Those who brave her cold heartless storms never forgotten.
So i venture towards her calling, a promise to be kind, and i drift along with passion, dreams all but blind. Her into me and i into her and life lived in the wind.
I’ve been lost now for days and i will never be back. Her jealousy my only lack. And i float along without you.
*originally written and posted 1/3/2017.
Brambleton Threads has a really cool project happening at another blog that i honestly envy… i have not been able to pick up fabric and thread for Oh! So long… (somewhere in this blogging mess I have some of my quilt pieces posted.)
Click on the above link to see helium. I love it!! Go! Do it! Show her some love… 💙
< em>Enchanted Beach with Three Fluid Graces Dali Museum St Petersburg FL
Clearwater Beach today. The fog has lifted as I am listening to Tori Amos Climb and Twilight Sad Don’t Look at Me. And thank you to RayNotBradbury!! Go visit her blog too!
My plans are to visit Frenchy’s Rockaway Grill and Frenchy’s Salt Water Cafe. Tropical drinks at Clearwater Beach… a bittersweet day in Indian Rocks Beach.
I dont do drugs. I am drugs. Dali
I’m off. To meet my best friend. She always believed in me. Still sees the beauty beyond the eyes.
Met so long ago, we have kept the hourglass turned. Found time to be there for each other. Through it all, Zefan, you will never quite know how much your care has brought me through. I am on my way. Tears are swelling.
Dams will break. You shall see. It is me. And you. In our thoughts we share this world.
gimme crosstown traffic blues
going nowhere, fast
A friend invited me to share my life in b&w on Facebook. I actually had fun and when I get around to it, I would like to do this more. When I have time.
You? Have you ever looked at your life in a new way? (No one harmed. No license plates viewable. 🙈😁)
Set my self up for this.
(Lost track of how many “six-word stories” written and honestly too lazy to care. But there. They exist. Six words. Six.)
And really, i jotted them down so i could share Adele’s song “Chasing Pavements”. ☺️🌏🧡
By the way, six-word story or six word story?
in the corner
of ever-recurring nightmare.
go back, rebuke them
and visceral voices
your mutters freeze the air.
(written 10/2016, never published before, and chose to empty my draft folder this morning. don’t make me regret it.)