A warmy, sunny, laundry day. But first! I hung a clothes line. And dried, by the magic air, our linens fine. I felt so good I took some self portrait, of a smile almost forgotten, but not quite. I found it there. Towards the back, with the dreams I dared, for so long, not to dream. For fear they burst, and hurt, the slight bubble of hope in my heart. And then, whats more, my dearest one made dinner for us two, and too we watch films, charming-- John Waters' Hairspray, Juno. Then David Bowie music videos while in her hair I wove and wrapped four colors nice and tight. And in the end the day, it felt delicious.
Today I am overwhelmed with thankfulness for all the wonderful people who are in my life-- Family and Friend. Those that surround me, that love me, hold me, and inspire me every day. Those that are teaching me how to live and learning with me how to live. I don't even know what I would do without those people. So in my gratitude I wish to mention here some of them, that just happen to be on the internet.
Here lately the idea of revolution and truth has been resonating in my little word and I have been greatly enjoying bouncing those ideas around with my friends. Maurine has been commenting on things I've come across and has been, in return, sharing with me some wonderful bits of wisdom. Today it was some revolutionary words by Allen Ginsburg. The poem America, as well as, Allen Ginsberg and his psychiatrist.
The other day I read a line in the book Cunt. It was, "The revolution is not being televised." I sent it out in a text message and also used it as a blog post. At the time I was unfamiliar with its origin, I just knew that it fit in my heart and I need others to know of it too. Thank goodness Tina K. and Maurine were familiar with it. They directed me to Gil Scott-Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised."
Thank God we are not afraid of thinking!
Tina K. also sent me this awesome Guerrilla Gardening site today which I can't wait to plant into my mind.
Of course there is my beautiful husband as well. I am so blessed to be living with my one of my best friends (and my lover!), who has no other option but to listen to me ramble on about my thoughts of life, love and the pursuit in happiness. I thank God that our heart is so similar and our thought plane levels one with the other. I feel like a flower in the healthiest soil, living with Josh. It is so incredible learning through him and with him. Thank you baby for listening to all my ideas, dreams, thoughts, theories, no matter how crazy or how high!
There are so many more bits of inspiration that have come into my life here lately. I will make a point to introduce them on here in the coming week. I can't hardly wait. As for now, its is getting late. The work world comes all to early in the morning, especially for my baby. We are going to retire and watch some Dylan before heading off to bed.
Over this last weekend Josh and I went to the great state of Iowa with our friends Ryan, Lulu, and Hank. Ryan and Hank are in the band Left Hand Black and decided to pass out demos at a big metal show that was happening in Des Moines at the House of Bricks. We left for Iowa on Friday night, staying the night in Ottumwa. When we got up on Saturday morning it was a freaking winter wonderland, rain turning to glass on the trees and grass. As we drove it continued to rain and then sleet. By the time we got to Des Moines it was snowing. By the time we got to the show it was snowing and blowing in a rather blizzardly fashion. The show was fun. Interesting. To say the least, it was my first metal show. Everyone was wearing black and there I was in my bright pink velour track jacket. Can you say sore thumb? I also think one of the prerequisites for that kind of show was you must have some kind of steel piercing your face. There was enough metal at that show to build a tank. It made me want to stab a hole through my face... but I think I'll just stick with tattoos. The show was pretty good though. Josh protected me from the moshy mosh pitters. And (gasp) you can still smoke in the bars in Des Moines (all be damned). After the show it was still snowing like a bitch so we went to the HyVee across from our hotel rooms and got some adult beverages (cheap Champagne for me!) and some fixings for sandwiches. We holed up in our room watching the end of Forrest Gump and altering our states of mind. And now! Pictures! Hooray! It is Josh's foot, with a feather on it. This seemed like such an appropriate picture as we had just watched Forrest Gump... You know, the floating feather? Josh's feather is from my coat, which poops down everwhere. What we woke up to on Sunday morning. Bearded, bright-eyed and bushy tailed (My baby has a beard! Beards are sexy!). Notice my morning sucker. The aftermath of our hotel room, our housekeeper was "Javier". A rainbow on an otherwise blustery winter day. We didn't let the weather keep us from the pleasure of perusing the huge Goodwill in Des Moines, where the clothes were arrange by nothing other than color! Fantastic! I gotted a little hitchhiker. An alligator I bought for my DeeDee dog. I had Josh hold it and the next thing I knew it was riding around on my back. The Delilah dog absolutely loved it. Josh gave it to her right after we got back into town and she grabbed it and ran around the house like a ninny. She had to show my dad her new present and then my mom. Now she can usually be found under the cupboard with it, enjoying the furnace vent. Can you guess where I was? On the ride home. Josh and I were squished in the back seat with Hank. My ashtray that I pirated from the hotel. Josh's infamous Thrasher hat.
Today has been relatively lazy. Mostly sitting around, doing nothing much. Evan and I have intermittenly watched unlikely movies of his choice. First it was Legally Blonde 2, now its Serendipity. So, in tribute to my little brother, I am posting a picture of him doing a very good job at impersonating a lumber jack. Earlier I took Delilah outside and she succeeded in taking the longest poop ever. I swear, she must have been holding back these last few days because of the snow on the ground. Boy, oh boy did she make up for it today. I got cold and stood inside the entry way while she did her doody. When she came inside she ran around the house like a ninny, she must have felt like a new dog. In other news, not at all related to dogs or doodoo, I found out yesterday that one of my best friends is expecting another baby. Her and her husband had just started trying and all-be-daggone they knocked that one out of the park. I'm so happy for them. Yesterday she had alluded to such and even before I read the messaged that confirmed my suspicions I had tears in my eyes. I am quite excited for them and myself. I will be an auntie again. I'm secretly hoping for a girl, so I can buy lots of pink.
I am thankful for: My family. Josh. His family. My friends. My dog. My life. This new outlook. And the fact that I know that God loves me. I know this still and I think (I hope) I will always know this. Despite all that has happened thus far in this life of me I have not lost the concept of His love. It is on days like these, when things are falling into place, that I know (in the deepest sense of that word) that He is still there, holding me. Tight, like the littlest one that I am.
Friday, June 13, 2008 at 1:40PM 
