♫ all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be ♫
fff
♫ I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret♫
♫ I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands
she was forty three years old and as far as I know
had never yet been with a man
its not that she wasn't attractive she was beautiful but its the way that she interacted
she was aggressively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her ♫
Cher Horowitz:
"So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so."
and
Sean Bateman: Lauren I want to know you Lauren: What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.
and these:
"Happiness lies in your own hand It took me much too long to understand How it could be Until you shared your secret with me . . . . Until I learned to love myself I was never ever lovin' anybody else"
Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time. Kids-
Screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme,
They just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin tucked in
And meat side out and shot,
And I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob.
Walking around the streets of New York City, one gets the sense that there is a new fashion item in style, the yogamat has become the “new black.” Many people walk around with their yogamats around their shoulders like it is a fashion statement. I would always look at those people with complete cynicism and skepticism. That was until I went to my first yoga class in NYC. I emerged from the class transformed and had clarity to understand what all of the “yoga-mat carrying” was about. When I take a yoga class, my day melts away. Any bad energy or negative feelings that I have been carrying around with me during the day subside as my body and brain merge and concentrate on the class. To me, yoga is a connection of the body and mind to make one aware of the whole self. Throughout the class the practitioner is urged to listen to their own breath, to pay attention to only themselves, to commit fully to the practice and to make choices that feel good while challenging the body (and mind) to go deeper into the practice. . . (written 5/4/2010)
... as much as I appreciate moving and being active, I don't like the gym and working out, it seems sterile and limiting to me, this way of moving fulfilled my quest for a "workout" that stretches and strengthens my body, but as an unexpected bonus, it has given me a way to stress-relief, to find calmness, to find myself for at least the hour and a few minutes after the practice, and also to strive to infuse this feeling throughout my life. It truly is the gift that keeps on giving.
dreams so many dreams so hard to remember them all what do they mean to me---to the whole world? I dont know what to do to do doodie . . .all the world's a stage...............
I open the door and in fell out a thought and started walking around on all fours started crawling around the room until it sat in the corner of the room waiting to be discovered. I sat and smiled at it because it was so patient, like a beautiful little gift, like a baby that doesn't cry, too often. It was humble and docile but you could see its power just sitting there zen-like, balanced, patient, awaiting to be discovered.
I came up to it and hugged it. It was so nice and warm and soothing, like a cloud. It wrapped its arms around me and held me safe. I felt free and warm tears started streaming from my face onto my new friend. It was quiet and beautiful. I felt nice and warm and connected and loved. A warm feeling arose in my belly and it was then that I realized that I wasn't holding anything at all. It somehow was now a part of my body and that was the feeling that I felt all along. What a beautiful feeling.
That night I slept like a baby a baby a baby . . . the one that doesn't cry--that often.
For 6 weeks I was contained in a bubble, perhaps it was 7, but it doesn't matter because time and space was suspended, contracted and expanded at different times of the hour, day, week, month. In this bubble I lived, moved, breathed, slept, ate, drank, thought, laughed, cried, saw, smelled, heard, tasted, felt, sensed. I lived in a culture of touch, among people who were not afraid to touch and be touched, who shared the world inside themselves with those around them. These were the brave souls who broke the invisible shells that people cover themselves with in order to not be touched--physically or otherwise.
