unusual…

…clouds were spied this morning, by buggs and i, on our pre-dawn walk. i was really excited, because i thought that maybe we would get some thunderstorms or rain or something, but alas, nothing but blue skies and fierce, hot sun. even buggs hates to go out and walk in the 115° temperatures.

anyway, this is what we witnessed first thing this morning…

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query up…

…i sometimes see my brain as an enormous labyrinth library…dusty, cobwebby bookshelves line each corridor. when a particular kind of query comes to mind the animatronic librarian slowly comes to life he/she takes a plastic capsule from a vacuum tube (like old banks) opens it and reads the query. the answer can be located anywhere within the labyrinth…mind you, he/she is the only librarian…and things are cluttered and messy…he/she may get lucky or take months to find the answer. however, he/she never gives up. when an answer is found it is written on the back of the original query…put into the capsule…placed in the vacuum tube and away it goes…to the next stop realization and sharing. my god, that librarian has been scrambling around the labyrinth all night and found an answer matching a random question, which i thought might be of interest…the dinner party, season 4 – episode 13 of the office.

 

a meditation…

…for tonight. our meditation focuses on something that i have been dealing with for the last week, anger. i haven’t expressed full realized anger, but i have expressed frustration, confusion, irritability, surliness, crossness, and crankiness…it is the heat of the desert that pushes me closer toward anger and my melting/boiling point. this meditation focuses on utilizing regression to transform and resolve anger.

tonight’s meditation:

june 24, 2017…

today, i am grateful for…

…being able to get up early and go on my pre-dawn walk with buggs. it was still warm, but not as hot as it is now. there was a beautiful sunrise, but i couldn’t take a photo…

…three cups of black coffee and some quiet time for myself and buggs outdoors, until everyone else woke up…

…time to really think about what i’m writing and how i should write it…how to cut it down and still have it be me. time to actually finish part of it…

…time to work on my street art and grafitti photobook. i’m on page twenty-three or eighty-five…

…being alone in my room with buggs. no r*****d. no yelling. no arguing. no fox news. getting to listen to my music and work…

…a new to me chair for my desk. j***y got a new one, so she gave me her old one. it feels so much better on my butt and back, than that hard wooden kitchen chair…

…ice tea with lemon…

i am resilient. i am capable of greatness. i am confident.

namaste.

things i keep telling myself…

…tomorrow is a new day…

…no one knows what the future holds…

…remember, you’re a shitty mindreader…

…age is a state of mind…

…you still get carded…

…where there’s a will, there’s a way…

…patience is a virtue…

…good things come to those who wait…

…the juice was worth the squeeze…

…nothing ventured, nothing gained…

…you’re good enough, you’re smart enough and dog gone it…people like you…

…keep going…just a little further…

…love yourself and others will love you too…

…you’re a good catch…

…protect your heart…

…listen to your gut…

…open your eyes…

…be grateful for all that you have…

…be kind…

…give of yourself…

…listen, before you speak…

…you can have what you want and you will…

…keep working your plan, you will achieve your dreams and accomplish your goals…

…wake up…

…this is your life…

…take responsibility for yourself…

…continue to do the work…

…don’t burn bridges…

…don’t settle…

…be open to possibilities and magic…

…keep an open mind…

 

say cheese…

i like it on my cracker
i like it on my plate
i like it in my salad
and, shared with a date

give me cubes o’ plenty
give me chunks piled high
give me slices single-ly
and, i promise not to cry

i like it sprinkled on my pasta
i like it baked into my bread
i like it melted on my peppers
and, when i’m lazing in bed

give me creamy dressings
give me rich fondue
give me spicy sauces
and, i’ll always be true