it's been a while and so much has changed. the l.a. river looks lived in by humans fishing for clothes and shelter and here i am claiming to live on an island with no parking. someone died and someone is about to be born and i'm not sure what records to play anymore. i feel thrown off but ok with the feeling of floating. because the aim is the anchor and i'm constantly trying to to understand..feel everything i have ever felt along with what i am feeling now. a small sense of security in my self-expression, in momentary confidence, in subtle whisper to the sky and to whoever is listening.
vibrationally speaking, support looks like silent awareness.
"we are not conscious. we are not free. we constantly lie to ourselves. we do not know ourselves. we constantly react, adapt and adapt, thinking we are evolving..." loving words to remind me i am here. i am not there. but i can be.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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