THERE'S A LUMINOUS LIGHT

AS THE MOON SHINES ON THE RIVERS SWELL

BILLOWING THE BELLIES PURGE

AS MOISTURE IS HEAVY

DRENCHED IN FORTITUDE

LOCKED IN SOLITUDE

MY ALLEGIANCE IS STURDY

TO THE HARD-KNOCKS OF WAVES

GRACEFULLY THEY CRASH UPON THE SHORE

LIKE HEAVY LUNGS

DRIVE

FORCE

GRASP

TATTERED PAPER WITH OLD WORDS OF NEW THOUGHTS

I'M DANCING IN A FLOATING PALACE

HUMMING TO THE RHYTHM OF SILENT BASE

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

HELLO LIKE A HEART BEATING FAST

I'M DRIVING

SLOWLY

SEEING SURELY

FAST LIKE A RAPTOR

PLOWING THROUGH NIGHTS EDGE

I INVITE YOU OVER

THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT DOOR KNOCK

LEADS TO MORNING COO-COO CLOCK SCURRY

I'M BEWILDERED BY BLUE SKY MAYHEM

AND SNOW FLAKE SLIPPERY PAVEMENT

NOW IS THE TIME TO FLOAT

SOFT AND LIGHT...THE WATER TAKES HOLD ON MY SKIN

PUSHING MY ONWARD BOUND THOUGHTS

THERE IS A TRICKLE IN MY EAR

IT SOUNDS LIKE WHISPERS

I'D LOVE TO HEAR...

NOTHING SOMETHING

BIG WORDS

LOVE LITTLE WORDS

SQUEEZING

SUCKING

HOLDING ON...TO FIND DEEPER DEFINITION

SO SUCCULENT

LETTER TO LETTER

CREATE

WORD FOR WORD

LOVE

ONE

VENTING

EUPHORIA

AS IT SWALLOWS SEA SALT WATER

QUENCHING A THIRST LIKE NO OTHER

RACING TIME

AND SLOWING WEATHER

THERE REALLY IS NO SECRET KEPT

DARKNESS IS STEALTHY

AS LIGHT IS BRIGHT

SHINING ON THY BEDROOM DOOR

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK AGAIN

WON'T YOU COME IN AND MEET THE FLOOR?

I'M COUNTING CARPET FIBERS

AND WATCHING SHEEP

IN MY DREAMS, THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME SLEEP

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

GOODNIGHT

summer 2009 dad & bros trip-for the memory bank

Dear Dad,

I stumbled upon a heads up 1951 wheat penny the other day...it was a keeper. Was it you?









WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE what fun! In all of my magnificent memories, I'm blessed that my last adventure trip with my dad was gallivanting around Oregon. Riding bikes, hiking, staring at waterfalls, rivers long, and oceans wide...rallying moto up trail 140 and other random ones that came our way. In gazing the depths of my memory bank, these are the freshest bubbles floating upon the tip of my skull. An anchor in my heart, you weigh heavy in good spirit...my cool dude dad. I was picturing you cruising on your badass motorcycle with me yesterday while running the half marathon along the shoreline. Pacing me while I click off the steady miles soon to be memories past.

For the record...

For the record, I can't wait to get back on my bike. I can hear her calling my name from afar. I was just laughing at myself about how everything I love is my favorite. My bike...is truly MY FAVORITE. CARPE DIEM

YESTERDAY

About yesterday today:




Well, I started this blog a year ago, in an attempt to begin writing again. As you can see, over the course of a year, the garden is thin in entries. My first thought at re-birth in entry, is about yesterday...and then my cougar experience came to mind. And I mean a real cougar in the woods, not Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher.

My mood tells me to save the cougar entry for another day...



More about yesterday...



I decided to get out in late afternoon for a walk along a dirt trail, which connects to Balboa Park. It sits up high and you can see out to the ocean and the beautiful Coronado Bridge, that scrapes across the sky in a pretty white abstract from afar. As I walked, I talked with my friend Leese, while visually multi-tasking nature. What I discovered was entirely magnificent. There is truly nothing like the feeling of stupendous childhood memories. Along the edge of the dirt path are some dried out shrubs with minimal amount of moisture at the root. Embedded everywhere within the stick like shrub, were SNAILS. I discovered a snail sanctuary! Tons and tons of living snails, hanging on to the comfort of the twiggy shrubs. They were everywhere, all along the path and painted in a white and pail grayish color. I stopped in my tracks and squatted down for a better look and it was the most amazing creation of memory embedded deep in my brain.



When I was a little girl, I would walk around the yard and sometimes beyond...collecting mass amounts of snails in a very large bucket. I would literally gather snails until the bucket was to the brim with them. THEN, I would make a snail city, I would line them up, have them inside imaginary homes, give them names and even line the big ones up next to tiny ones. I would tell my friends with grand entry like exclamation " WOW, LOOK, THESE TWO JUST HAD 5 BABIES!" And when my friends would ask in disbelief or perhaps genuine curiosity..."How did they have babies?" I would matter of fact state...duhh, they Humped! Yes, these snails hump and made all these 5 babies. Indeed, I was like 5 or so and I'm sure I heard the word hump from the boys at the bus stop. Just like I learned the middle finger means a bad word when you stick it up, hump meant babies.



Anyway, I had a grand time in my childhood, making friends with snails and creating a city for them. And yesterday was just as grand in the memory of it all, way back when. A yesterday came in to my today and I loved it, it brought me great happiness. Often times, since my dad entered another universe beyond our naked eyesight...I believe I've seen many things to let me know he's out there. This is not to say I think he's morphing into snails, slugs, butterflies, bunnies, cool snakes, cougars, owls, or deer. This is to say, my best memories with my dad are playing in nature and really SEEING things in a different light. I believe there is a connection to the lovely sights in nature I am honored with. As if my dad is saying hello in a way only I would know.



Until next time, I will of course leave you with some music;-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TS9_ipu9GKw

THE CRISP F-BOMB FACTOR

See this movie:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486585/

Seriously folks, do you say bad words? Does it make you question your intellect level when you drop a crisp F word after stubbing your toe? Should you have said something instead of the F word? WHY? MOTHER F-r, YOWWWEEE, that hurt. F! Or…should you have said something like “mother momma muckle Joe Joe!”? I readily admit... it’s pretty gratifying to drop a crisp F-bomb when needed. Why is it needed you may ask? How did I learn this steadily readily form of gratification? Was it innately born into my brain? THE F factor. Why am I typing F instead of F-U-C-K? What does it mean and where was it derived from? And I regress to the link above…WATCH THE FILM and process the question again?

My current random thoughts:

I’ve overdosed on the SUN-RYPE Fruitsoruce Mini Bites (tropical flavor).
I’m up to 5 solid pull-ups at the gym (my face turns red).
I’m riding my 4wheelie on Thanksgiving Vacation in Idaho.
I want to learn how to jump off bigger things when I get my Santa Cruz bike.
Carly got me back into my flat iron; I want to find where I forgot I packed it.
It was so foggy while running this morning; it was like a scary movie.
My new phone came with a CARPE DIEM screensaver!
I want to sneak up on someone that’s in the shower and dump ice cold water on them.
I might have to do that to Douglas tonight…it doesn’t hurt!
He will find a way to prank me back.
I’m getting a massage today and I’m STOKED.
I miss the MASSACHUSETTS accent.
I’m craving THAI food.
I’m going to sign up for the HAGG Lake 50k trail run in February.
I’m multi-tasking right now-keep dropping this screen down and working-on rotation.
I like the TODAY show
I LOVE slugs, snails, and frogs.
Would like to have a big glass tank with a slime farm of all the above.
I refrain from such a farm, as the slugs and such would be sad in captivity.
I want a big bathrobe in pink with silver stars on it.
I don’t want any tattoos.
I like henna.
I’m still craving Thai food.
I want to see the new Mike Moore film.
Everyone should have a favorite hat and pair of socks…I’m talking FAVORITE!
Everyone should walk around their house naked while drinking coffee (or tea).
And I leave with a song to ROCK OUT to…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaJAxdGeZ4E

ORDER UP!

FOLKS, PEOPLE in the middle, up high, and down LOW…ALL OF YOU!
Now that the weather is heading down the winter train tracks, Fall is going down without a fight. Surely, we all know that Turkey day is near; however, I feel ol’man winter
Cruising closer to dew...which is now frost on grass blades near and far. Indeed, the rain is coming closer to creating puddles. That’s what the weather humans are saying anyway…

Right now, at this very moment, I’m thinking about the time change, darkness setting in earlier, and the cold chill of morning slapping my face. This is not to say it’s a bad thing, as I do like the seasons changing in and out of each other. I like smelling the next one nearing closer and booting out the other. SEE yah, it’s all about ME now, my name is winter and I’m so over your fall ass ways.

Since this is a random little blurb and my buddy Matty left me a vm letting me know I haven’t been writing on here…

How about I share my random thoughts at this very moment:

I want to ride my 4wheelie this weekend
I’m stoked they just added a hot yoga on the weekend at the local studio
I just ate an entire bag of fruit source mini-bites
I can’t wait to get my new bike
I’m torn between naming it Ocean-Frog or Sea-Frog…
I bought some gloves for running for 0.99c last night
My cell phone is shitting the bed
I love my Orville Redenbacher popcorn maker
I’m going to do 10 pull-ups by the end of this year
Carly did the blow dryer/flat iron thing to my hair after
The track workout today and I think I look different
I pull my hair in elastics every single day
I Googled the stickers I used to have in my 4th grade collection
I still like stickers
I want a wax stamp old fashion like envelope sealer
I wonder what Patty McCormick is doing these days

OK, enough randomness for now folks. I leave you with a very nice G&R song for the day. Listen and ROCK OUT!
hp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bwu7ixmQk0c