My body is saying to me to get more exercise and play more (even it's only with my canine soul mate)...
watching Buffy running in and out of the cold Animas River high up in the Rockies, just for the sake of exercise and play, made me realize how all animals, especially humans, pent up all day just getting fat, need the chance to play (exercise)...
We should observe animals more often instead of just listening to the mores of society and the fast food mcdonaldiZation of this country...

watch how dogs naturally take care of their bodies..
Their own natural instincts know far more than us on how our bodies communicate with us!
2:34 PM
I wanted to thank God for this beautiful day in the mountains and then seeing the cleansing moonsoon rains come down and cool everything so that I actually have to put my mother's hand knit sweater on!

so this rambling doesn't make sense, M?

"There are three kinds of people and three kinds of richness:
people who want to have, to collect
people who want action, work and labor
people who want to beThe real richness is in be-ness. People can take all that you have, all that you collected. People can stop your labor, or an accident can stop you. When you are, you never lose what you are.~Torkom Saraydarian"

That is so good to remember. Happiness is learning to be in the now!
I see the statue of Jesus looking over the town of Silverton and the cross of St. Patrick's cathedral through the window of this turn of the century library... The statue was erected in the late 50's after the mine was flooded and many miners died to help them in their deliverance to heaven
I actually feel more comfortable seeing Him than I ever have before...

This morning I rode my bike up the road and then walked to where the statue looks comfortingly over the whole village...just at the foot of where the mountain starts dramatically rising
There has been a very cleansing rain going over the whole town. I wrote a note of prayer and asked for strength to help release me from this l0ve/hate spell..as soon as I rode back to the hostel the clouds started gathering and formed a protective shade for this valley...I picked a little sheltered spot outside and started writing with my beautiful Buffy beside me! It was the coolest experience!(of course I had two hits of herb..I only have less than a teaspoon of the medicine left...I don't know who to ask to find a little more ...It sure makes me want to write a lot more!)

all of my writing is "babel" according to the young but rapidly aging witch (she is actually almost a generation younger but that is what happens to your body when you are filled with anger and hate...it restricts your circulation... what a sad pathetic creature)

It is so good to escape from everything here in the middle of the mountains..it's actually peaceful to make a little "home" in this village high up in the Rockies!

More and more I become saddened at the state of the human race and so we wonder why we might need to escape to a peaceful place ...
I still have a glimmer of hope that I might find my soulmate and my utopia...but then It hink it will never happen!




Muffy writes:
And start fucking editing your writing so it makes sense more of the time.
at least you and the witch agree that my writing is very incoherent and sloppy...Eventually, we can edit this and find the good material... right now I am just writing from the heart and we all know how deluded my vision of all this coming together into a great American novel..

I, literally, can't understand what you're saying. It's incoherent, uncohesive, and just sloppy, Sloppy. Beautiful, heartfelt writing and imagery will not be recuse you from the charges of lazy composition.Oh, Baby. I still love you. Ich liebe dich.

Are you actually saying that some of it is beautiful? And you used the same word,"imagery" that the evil witch used!...hmm, maybe there is hope..maybe I could hire you out as my editor and ask Leigh Anne for help with the blog and putting actual pictures to this imagery??
The herb helps but I'm down to only one hit on my one hitter...I'm too afraid to ask anybody here at the Miner's tavern in Silverton..But this is a cool pub and by far the cheapest so it's the only place that gets the local business. Earlier in the evening, I met a fellow Aussie from New South Wales. He married and divorced a Yank , but at least got his green card out of the relationship..so now he is working construction..
You also used the word "recuse", in a different sense than when the judge recused himself of my case!

Aber Ich liebe dich auch. It made me feel so good knowing that it was you and not the other M with some more nasty fan mail! Maybe, if you play your cards right.... (just kidding ;) I was just thinking of you and actually missing you!

Thursdsay at the "Cow Palace" with internet access...

I know. Just watch out for run-on sentences. And how come the world can't see the blogger comments on your website? As they are written, not copied and selectively re-phrased by you? I think you should find a smart kid and pay him to set you up and show you how to do all the techno- things you envision for this site. Surely you can find a college-age kid needing money, and he probably has a "hook-up." I'm still not sure of what voice you're going to be using when you write the book. First or third person? (Change names to protect the fantastic.)

The grey sock witch is liable to write some libelous slander with my name on here...it must be her time of the month because she has been writing a lot of psychotic crap including praying to the ghost of Jeffery Dahmer to eat my "waning libido"! I guess she wants me dead the way she wants all of the fathers of her kids to be dead or at least incapacitated the way she is..
Maybe I will find a smart college kid that is willing to work for the commission of our great American Novel..or pay a little now with a contract for a lot more when the story with the names changed to protect the guilty...

I don't know yet how we can write this alternating between first , 2nd and third person...It could be a compilation of stories while travelling across the midwest ala Kerouac or Hunter Thompson?

It could be a best seller if the witch's voodoo actually works when the new moon happens this weekend?
Her comments are hilarious and I will include them in later posts, M!

"G, go to hell I know who you are you aren't fooling anyone. But tonight, I will say thank you to Jeffrey Dimmer. Yes, that's right, Jeffrey Dahmer. Not because he ate people, and not because he liked to look at their insides and jack off, or even because he tried to make living zombies with muriatic acid or something. It's because he killed people. Like Giuseppe. Well, not really because they were young and good looking, and probably smart....but somehow they got either lured by his charm or he just drugged their drink. I really do believe that we come into this life and others to make a difference, to try our best, to be honest, and we really do have a purpose. We always talk here about the prosperity aspect of life, (duh, it's the Prosperity Project) but there wouldn't be the sincere desire to better one's life, that heart embracing kind of love that is between people sometimes, rarely, and there wouldn't be miracles if there weren't the exact opposites. we all have to die some way. we can't all be positive energy. so thank you, to Jeffrey Dahmer, for showing me yet another little paradox of life. And possibly, in this moment, I realize that we can't always be positive. SO Giuseppi, screw you, I'm burning your damn socks on the next new moon and then I will never, ever aknowledge you or someone who even sounds remotely like you ever again. I hope the ghost of Jeffrey Dahmer eats the rest of your precious 'waning libido'. At least. But if you are out there accepting this thank you in person somewhere Jeffrey...eat the part of his brain that would keep him from using the computer"


wow....does it sound like she should be committed again??
I always wondered what happened to my crazy grey socks with the green stripe! Too damn funny!

"When we recognize that we are not making healthy choices, we might even say out loud, “I am not taking care of myself.” Sometimes this is the jolt we need to wake up to what is actually happening. Next we can sit ourselves down in meditation, with a journal, or with a trusted friend to explore the matter more thoroughly. Just shining the light of our awareness on the source of our resistance is sometimes enough to dispel its power. At other times, further effort is required. Either way, we need not fear these parts that do not want to heal. We only need to take them under our wing and bring them with us into the light."
I love the way the "Daily Om" seems to connect with me and always have something that deals with exactly with what is on my mind!

and thanks Muffy for cheering me up when Im about to have some gray sock voodoo done on me in the new moon tomorrow?/

Comments

  1. Stop overanalyzing everything. You want utopia? I hear heroin feels good. Sometimes people will actually strangulate themselves, depriving their brains of oxygen to feel euphoric. You could huff paint. Or just die and cross over and hope heaven is better than this. Keep searching; keep climbing those mountains. I just don't think you're going to find it in witchy, aging, hating ex-girlfriends or with Tony Soprano's daughter.
    And start fucking editing your writing so it makes sense more of the time. I, literally, can't understand what you're saying. It's incoherent, uncohesive, and just sloppy, Sloppy. Beautiful, heartfelt writing and imagery will not be recuse you from the charges of lazy composition.
    Oh, Baby. I still love you. Ich liebe dich.

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  2. I know. Just watch out for run-on sentences. And how come the world can't see the blogger comments on your website? As they are written, not copied and selectively re-phrased by you? I think you should find a smart kid and pay him to set you up and show you how to do all the techno- things you envision for this site. Surely you can find a college-age kid needing money, and he probably has a "hook-up." I'm still not sure of what voice you're going to be using when you write the book. First or third person? (Change names to protect the fantastic.)

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  3. Oh yeah. I tried using google translate to read your German postings. Lost in translation. I didn't think you were talking about gray socks. Made no sense. I think you were saying how cool and beautiful the mountains are. You're cool and beautiful, too. Hee Hee.

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