friendship, art, redwoods, fire, stone, freedom

on change

i am thinking about loss.
(the hardest thing a mother can do is know that she did not do right by her child.)
forgiveness.
loneliness. i wonder if my mom was lonely.

a good friend of mine, young man, shared his thoughts on this matter. we try to forgive what a parent maybe, or someone else we love, has done to or not done to us that hurt us.  that tore us apart.
we forgive because if we don't, we aren't free to love anymore.

this friend echoed one of my thoughts: we'll have a party. what is not a celebration, loss, becomes a celebration, change.

THANKS, GIANT HANDS, FOR HOLDING ME

For Mary, Wing, Patti Smith

I was a wing in Heaven blue

Soared over the ocean, soared over Spain

And I was free, I needed nobody

It was beautiful, it was beautiful

I was a pawn didn't have a move

Didn't have nowhere that I could go

But I was free I needed nobody

It was beautiful, it was beautiful

And if there's one thing

Could do for you

You'd be a wing in Heaven blue

I was a vision in another eye

And they saw nothing, no future at all

Yet I was free I needed nobody

It was beautiful, it was beautiful

And if there's one thing

Could do for you

You'd be a wing in Heaven blue

don't even know what day it is

gave pack of american spirits away tonight. wtf.
shit's bad for me.

breakfast in sebastopol; lunch at beach with rocks with holes; dinner in the castro. 

friends' words today:
go slow (fela kuti via instagram)
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it is what it is
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i miss all of you

you know how the morning always brings clarity

sun = light

light = love

love = patience

patience = surrender

surrender = egodeath

= love

= oneness

= truth

george michael father figure

Music, again, thank you

that's all i wanted, something special, something sacred

we sat across the table from each other, i am crying, i hold her hand, understand me

this is your captain speaking

 we are in a holding pattern; we will be hovering over the landing strip of love until we receive clearance from the control tower. enjoy your flight.

i dreamed i saved a young girl from drowning, in a calm sea

January 9, 2013

The stars aligned and it's like being pelted with light. It hurts. 

India Arie's album Acoustic Soul is one of my soundtracks for last year. Check out the song Beautiful, and the song Ready for Love.