Sleepy eyes
Sun-rosed cheeks
Detached thoughts
That's where I am. A good weekend's day. Paper reading and chai drinking at the Daily Grind. Attended another day's filming...another reminder that I have some awesome friends that are smart, talented and ever-funny. And some of them are great jumpers. Anywho, then a partly-nappying viewing of "leaving las vegas" and then some B&N time to read a bit and work a bit. Oh, and Trader Joes. Organic banana's, peaches and oranges, ohmy. Okay, I just went there 'cause it was convenient. A full day. And home in time to see some Family Guy. A twinge of disappointment that I left "Watership Down" on site, so I won't be reading it for a few days. The rabbit's just went to free some farm-does...will they make it back safely? Can Bigwig handle fighting the farm cats after suffering some harsh scratches?!
My thoughts. Um, the removal from self that has continued over the weekend is still amazing me a bit, but I'm not going to fight it since it allows me to have some preparation that is difficult when I'm too immersed in things. Nothing that's creating negativeness, other than a slight nag in the back of my mind occasionally. Mostly not so much about the thought-creating circumstances, but more of my thoughts on whether I think it's possible to accept people are not really "good" (or "bad") and still remain an optimist that tries to see the best and allows herself to trust. It's a struggle. Makes me question my definitions of friendship and love and my undestanding of the way those areas grow. Words. I want feelings to make sense through words.
Moving on...
I did buy some Rumi poetry while in Hampden for Honfest yesterday. It's pretty lovely. Here's a taste:
You have woken up late
lost and perplexed
but don't rush to your books
looking for knowledge
Pick up your flute instead and
let your heart play
One more? Okay:
Do not look back, my friend
no one knows how the world ever began.
Do not fear the future, nothing lasts forever.
If you dwell in the past or the future
you will miss the moment.
Speaking of other nice words, have I mentioned how much I love my Bright Eyes CD. It's my favorite new band-find of 2005, I think. I posted the "First Day of My Life" lyrics I adore so much before, but I also like the "Lua" song a bunch. Here is my favorite part:
When everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men much stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
And it has a nice closing:
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What's so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated
What's so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight....
Good stuff, good stuff. And a nice voice and raw music's.
Reminds me that I haven't written the lyrics to the song I wrote the music for at last week's lesson. Darn it. Okay, that's enough rambling...this is what happens when I'm mostly quiet all weekend. :)
9:29:32 PM 
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