Saturday, June 27, 2009

A question to ponder

What identity need did she satisfy that led to this obsession?

Step 1: Write to her, tell her I am over her.

Step 2: Find out how to deal with this.

Step 3: Get a map. Try not to get too lost.

"As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape." - John Lancaster Spalding

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


This time last year I was infected with good vibrations and an obsession with a certain someone. Life is much sober this time around. Life is good. But definitely not anything to get excited about. No love interest. No adventures... yet ;)... No, I'm just working and writing. I'm working on a project that I am calling Terra belle. The purpose is to focus on beauty. Things that I, as well as other people, find beautiful. Like the earth. Terra belle roughly translates into earth beauty. I find that nature, especially the ocean or any body of water, the mountains, the sky (especially when covered by clouds), and let me tell you, clouds are my favorite things in the whole world. They are never the same, never still, always graceful; truly they are a miracle!! I think my favorite memories as a child were when my family would go on long road trips. We would travel non-stop (with the occasional bathroom break) from northern california to central oregon and the sky was my muse. From San Jose to the oregon border, flat expanses of farmland and pastures set against the golden foothills would entertain me for the first few hours. But as soon as the landscape morphed into glorious pine laden mountains I knew it was time to snuggle into a blanket and keep my eyes on the sky. The sky would turn from an open void to a tumultuously turning canvas of grays and purples. At times the cloud bank would break and a few hundred miles ahead...