Where are my stars tonight?

I'm driving home, alone, waiting for them to appear and make me feel small. Oh how they remind me how small I am. They hover above, bigger than I can ever be, reminding me there is more to life than the moments I have... more to life than I can accomplish. They remind me it best to just be and love.

past tense

Today I'm preparing myself for enjoyment and easy-going atmosphere. I hope to eat some flavorful asian cuisine and take in the quality time with family. I've seen alot of family over the past week. I said to a friend...at times it felt like I was an ambasador communicating between two countries. I'm not sure how the negotiations went, don't recall any treaties being signed, but I got out feeling okay and I made some fabulous oatmeal cookies. There were other highlights in my journey...but not a public posting.

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet" -Plato

So I am packing.....I repaired my zipper on my trusty backpack. Goal #1 accomplished.
My trip evokes many stresses, yet a sense of relief. This impending trip has been coming. It has been reevaluated because of the onslaught of hindrances regarding a nasty infection. The infection aforementioned, is not the nasty antibiotic-treated kind, it is one of the heart.
I type and realize that my self will fly, eat and leave, with the uneasy sense that I may have accomplished nothing. Nothing? Hmmmm....Not nothing, but not the task that I originally set out to accomplish. And yet, I wonder if these things all happen for a reason? My timeline lessoned. My journey, the way, is another way for me to continue this dialogue of the self. I await that talk and emotional clarity. Maybe the lack of the task, hindrance, emotional drain, is the peace I've been looking for? I will find my way in the journey. On the endless road I wait......

Room with a view

When I lived in Fresno, I always found myself longing to get away. Mostly to where there was a great body of water. I thought of this just today when I was riding the bus, and looking out the window. Beyond the city skyline there were the west hills, dotted with pine trees as far as the eye could see. And in this sight, I could also feel the anticipation of spring. The rebirth.
The city of my current life, is moving with the ebb and flow of the river. The river quenches the need for change. A city this size needs the movement of nature to cleanse and regenerate. A water-sign like myself knows this thirst. Fresno was barely 300 ft. above sea level. A sprawling place that tried to thrive with little waterfall. Life will cease to exist without water. Man-made irrigation kept Fresno's populous able to survive... but survival is different than living.

The reason I like Thompson is because he lived in a dual being. He let out the crazy one more, but underneath all the drugs and painted exterior he was a caring man. A tortured man under the guise of a underrated maniac. He was a piece of painted cake.

Small doses of me

Recently I was told I was easy to talk to because I'm a real person. Afterwards I thought, "Sometimes I'm a little to much reality for some people." There are some persons you can try your hardest to connect with, and the real you they will just walk away from.

Tonights selection