Peach Plum Pear

This is my perfect song today. She is perfect today. Watch the video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIUuG6vaihM) and read the lyrics. Put on my shoes and walk around with my tired feet and understand my Joanna place.

we speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I'm oozing suprise

but it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy

and the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide

and I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye

go; na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na

this was unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me

and we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force

and I was blue
I am blue
and unwell
made me bolt like a horse

and; na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na

now it's done
watch it go
and you've changed so
water run from the snow

am I so dear?
do I run rare?
and you've changed so

peach, plum, pear
peach, plum

This is another beautiful video of her: Peach Plum Pear

Whiskey and Feelings Night #2 = Success.

Whiskey was drunk. Feelings were shared. Everyone was fit to drive home and woke up hangover free. I hope. :)

Brave as a Bear

I have two, maybe three BIG THINGS I would like to write about.

Once again, I need to sort through my spiritual thoughts. Like Pick-Up Sticks, I want to remove them one at a time, trying to keep the other sticks from shaking, looking for patterns and purpose. I think I'm sad and confused and a little scared of what I'm discovering. oy. and yet, I know that I don't have the time or the energy to do this right now. It's still happening, under the surface, but I can't focus on it. Later this Winter. I promise. I'll sit down and I'll take the cover off that shaky pot and let all the spiritual fear and fervor envelop me like a sticky mist. Ok? Ok.

You know what I feel right now? I feel inexperienced. I feel woefully unprepared. I feel unsure and I feel uneasy and not at rest. Oh gosh. It's Winter! I'm going into my Crazy! Because, simultaneously, I'm feeling peaceful, happy, filled and driven. I make no sense to myself. I haven't journaled in for-fucking-ever. That's the real issue here.

This is what I think about sometimes: I don't cook. I should start learning to cook healthy things. and then I should eat them.

and that thought, that simple little thought overwhelms me to the point of paralysis. Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you ever heard? and yet it's true. Dear Sweet Goodness, I need to give myself a fucking break. and I need to learn to cook healthy food.

Here is a list of things I already do well:
1) Wear glasses.
2) Kiss.
3) Sing in the car.
4) Listen to people.
5) Drink tea. or whiskey.
6) Dishes.
7) Phone Calls (Funny story: I used to tell people that I was bad on the phone because all of my cool friends were "bad at the phone" but it was a lie. I am so good on the phone. so. good.)
8) Pet cats.
9) Find quotes.
10) Color.

Boom.