I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.
Whenever I move I find stuff – lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn’t mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.
The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don’t know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.
How do you see the world? “She believed, of course … because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.” ~ Rosamunde Pilcher “We don’t get what we want, we get what we believe. What do you believe is possible for you?” ~ Kelley Rosano “I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, […]
I wish I could take the way back machine and just be in another time. See Patti Smith in concert in 1976. Or Jimi Hendrix. Or Janis Joplin. Or Mozart. Imagine that, seeing Mozart conduct one of his orchestras.
(Written while listening to Jimi Hendrix playing the Star Spangled Banner pre-Obama and despite Obama. Re-posted from Writing the Energetic Body). What would Jimi Hendrix think of the world if he were alive now? Where did the freedom go? He knew how to use Ritual Chaos. Not the same as the pounding fast thrash of […]