rogue wave - eyes

this quote jacked from a fellow bloggers site :

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
-Rumi

http://mememois.blogspot.com/

and so it begins

on the drive home last night is when i started to notice them. bursts of coloured light streaming from households on evry street.their lil' beams of shininess reflected in the water drenched streets creating a rainbow on which you can drive.
the house is adorned so careful, so prideful in the placement of merriment in wee glass tubes. all shapes and sizes capture the images of holiday spirit; hung in rows or placed in the shape of animals.

i am in awe of those who take so much time to create this festive display and am tempted to ask...is it for themselves or is it for the rest of us? thus the selfless spirit of the holidays begins...

more past writings...emillie

we are close tonight…physically and emotionally.
we speak one word yet our eyes talk another language.the words that hang between us are without definition.

we are comfortable in what is not said..not exposed.. innuendos fly at the speed of sound.

emillie is persistent lately in seeking legitimacy in the feelings that hang without confirmation like a text bubble viewable by the only those on the outside of the story.

we are watched and digested by those around yet feel vacuumed into a silence..taken but not released.with eyes locked…I attempt entrance. lightly treading on slippery sites as my steps flail in confidence; i gain no ground.
“silence leaves much to another’s interpretation” we agree …and are decidedly okay with this

emillie falls into the darkness

please..this is another item of brain dump..is soooo past tense...so before my friends call the funny farmmmmmmmm..relax..all is good!

Part 6 emilie falls into the darkness

c-spine, her head held still … gripped by fear, cradled in an awareness of a danger so intense… primordial reactions ….explosive need to move….panic seizes her breathing…
small, she appears in the distance of her mind…she knows the taste of segregation..…she sees herself in a checkerboard room..backed far into the farthest square……rooks and horseman cover all exits..leaping is not an option…trapped
wading through the labyrinth of fervent rushing feelings… they climb , they are ugly and solid….movement restricted , lungs collapse, falling forward without arms

forcing thoughts into what has been…capitulating all she said, forcing the words into a gelatin pill..she swallows the events..inside they eat her up, no release, no calm, no trip beyond, bogus promises of highs yet to be imagined; placebo

her heart experiences sensorineural deafness…heading fast toward shut down, silence becomes the norm..

fetal position protective walls keep all at bay, touch becomes foreign…messages confusing…the dialect not found… …bile forces regurgitation… she is so sick with pathetic wonder of what she believed could be..…purging has such appeal..self destruction is comforting in its power……

white influence beckons and is easily attractive….magnetic in its pull…existence is the ghost of decision…...

flattened…she slides easily under the exit door…..her being evaporates … obdurated; all movement stops….. darkness descends… and she moves towards the promise of something better

full moon

this is the image on way home tonight...beautiful!

Full Moon, in Nov, called the Frost Moon

gathered words from the net :

"There are 25,920 moments in each day... each one an opportunity to be more fully grateful and in love with the magnificent truth of who you are. This makes all things possible"

The seeds of this year's crops now fall into the fertility of Earth, where they await their germination in the spring. Be deliberate in your planting but do not dismiss that which has been sown but forgotten. Be prepared, and with deliberate intention, to touch what has already been cultivated by your influence. Go back and see the beauty as it grows towards the beauty of your own sunlight. Do not allow things to wilt in your warmth.

The mood is definitely one for a celebration involving a feast, whether it be a simple feast at home or a night out in a restaurant with friends;it really doesn't matter.

No matter where you eat or how much you may have, you may at this time enjoy a special feeling of being comfortable and simply enjoying what you have in the way of sensual delights. Spices and perfumes would certainly be appreciated. Tactile enjoyment should be savoured.

There's also a meditative calm to this Moon as many of us realize that something we planted as a seed only a a few months ago is coming to fruition in a magical sort of way. Allow the birth.

Now is the time to contemplate the mysteries or the gateways of life and death within whatever spiritual or philosophical system you choose and to work towards planting your seeds of posterity in harmony with the seasons and the cycles of life.

Remember: all regrows just in a different form with a different connection. The moon will show us each time that there are many ways to see the same event.

To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. -- Ecclesiastes

ouch

tonight, compliments of a team building event i have whiplash and a my back is killing me! we did this race thing on these crazy fast and powerful go carts. i now know that everyone has an evil side when needed to win...ok me too. so winning is important after all. i got t- boned by my employee so hard my neck snapped and my back go wretched...but i had fun and i did come in first place of the losers race but hey? so, first is first after all...right? now where is that that back rub i am sure someone must owe me?

Deception Pass State Park, WA

camping in november?

just had a great weekend camping at deception pass state park. this is my fav park ever! it has all you need including hiking trails, miles of beaches, the scent of a strong ocean, the sound of tall pine trees and oh yeah, the feeling of the naval base screaming jets as they fly just above the tree tops. met up with my new friend LK...a portland do-gooder (a fiiiinnne fire fighter) we had such a blast! drank too much, ate too much and explored all the wonders of this glorious park. and spent time giggling at each other for the way we said "roof" or "about".
we were blessed as we saw seals and sea lions frolicking in the current.
of course, on board was the ever charming and friendly ; paige... the wonder dog!
great weekend, great adventure!

re-connections

i am blessed. i feel fortunate to be surrounded by great energies in life. it seems when i am on a slippery emotional slope some angel comes to my side and gives me the lift i need.

sometimes the book of life flips to a chapter once read and you realise you missed the words while attempting to read the print.

loving you

his name is paolo nutini

a great find off the launchcast radio room called coffeehouse.