Well then...
I just came across this in my book of faces feed. Yah, there are NOOOOO coincidences. I'd say this sums it up perfectly. I'm starting a new chapter, make that a new book! This book has come to an end.
Cold Springs / Camp Sherman
Winter Soltice 2013
Thursday, March 31, 2016
The End
Well then...
I just came across this in my book of faces feed. Yah, there are NOOOOO coincidences. I'd say this sums it up perfectly. I'm starting a new chapter, make that a new book! This book has come to an end.
Addicted to Love
The Big U has spoken. How many times have I listened to this song and not heard the message that's embedded in it for me? Interesting.
Addicted to Love
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
You see the signs, but you can't read
You're running at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Florence and The Machine version (Robert Palmer <3 RIP):
Addicted to Love
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
You see the signs, but you can't read
You're running at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Florence and The Machine version (Robert Palmer <3 RIP):
Pretty Maids All in a Row
This song has been stuck in my head for a couple of weeks now. There is something here for me. I have been listening to it and reading the lyrics over and over....
Hi there, how are 'ya?
It's been a long time
Seems like we've come a long way
My, but we learn so slow
And heroes, they come and they go
And leave us behind as if
We're supposed to know why
Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
And why must we grow up so fast?
And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes
Someone should send you a rose
With love from a friend,
It's nice to hear from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember, places to go
Pretty maids all in a row
Joe Walsh was my first concert. 1985, Kemper Arena, Kansas City, Missouri. Seems like yesterday. Very vivid memory. Amazing concert. My mother brought Joe Walsh into my life at a very early age. I loved him.
The Eagles were my first rock band love of my teenage years. Many of their songs have very poignant memories attached to them. I have had 2 missed opportunities to see them in concert and now that Glenn Frey has passed I am devastated that I never saw them live. I will see him on the other side. He will play and sing for me up close and personal. :)
Anyway, why this song? Why now?
I see about 4 or 5 different avenues to follow but the first thing to hit me is "And heroes, they come and they go and leave us behind as if we're supposed to know why."
This theme is particularly significant to me right now in my life.
I vacillate frequently between wanting and, frankly, needing guidance and rebelling fiercely against such. What is that all about? I am nearly desperate for help most times of my life and yet when offered to me I throw up walls and run screaming like a banshee in the other direction burning bridges ensuring that I remain lost and directionless on my own.
Who were the ones that created us and where are they now and why did they leave us here to figure things out on our own? That seems terribly cruel to me. Or was there information left for us and it was hidden* and/or destroyed by others that would keep us from knowing the truth? Or are we all just figuring it out as we go along? Or all these true in their own way? Or does any of it matter at all? I mean in the end, we are all here, looking through our own unique lenses and "we are all just prisoners here of our device".
*Yes, I know there are many texts, including but not limited to the Bible but like the Bible, so many revisions and tamperings and interpretations I cannot trust what is before me today.
I get most of my Esoteric knowledge from song lyrics. Go figure. That's how the Big U speaks to this gal.
The indomitable Joe Walsh:
It's been a long time
Seems like we've come a long way
My, but we learn so slow
And heroes, they come and they go
And leave us behind as if
We're supposed to know why
Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
And why must we grow up so fast?
And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes
Someone should send you a rose
With love from a friend,
It's nice to hear from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember, places to go
Pretty maids all in a row
Joe Walsh was my first concert. 1985, Kemper Arena, Kansas City, Missouri. Seems like yesterday. Very vivid memory. Amazing concert. My mother brought Joe Walsh into my life at a very early age. I loved him.
The Eagles were my first rock band love of my teenage years. Many of their songs have very poignant memories attached to them. I have had 2 missed opportunities to see them in concert and now that Glenn Frey has passed I am devastated that I never saw them live. I will see him on the other side. He will play and sing for me up close and personal. :)
Anyway, why this song? Why now?
I see about 4 or 5 different avenues to follow but the first thing to hit me is "And heroes, they come and they go and leave us behind as if we're supposed to know why."
This theme is particularly significant to me right now in my life.
I vacillate frequently between wanting and, frankly, needing guidance and rebelling fiercely against such. What is that all about? I am nearly desperate for help most times of my life and yet when offered to me I throw up walls and run screaming like a banshee in the other direction burning bridges ensuring that I remain lost and directionless on my own.
Who were the ones that created us and where are they now and why did they leave us here to figure things out on our own? That seems terribly cruel to me. Or was there information left for us and it was hidden* and/or destroyed by others that would keep us from knowing the truth? Or are we all just figuring it out as we go along? Or all these true in their own way? Or does any of it matter at all? I mean in the end, we are all here, looking through our own unique lenses and "we are all just prisoners here of our device".
*Yes, I know there are many texts, including but not limited to the Bible but like the Bible, so many revisions and tamperings and interpretations I cannot trust what is before me today.
I get most of my Esoteric knowledge from song lyrics. Go figure. That's how the Big U speaks to this gal.
The indomitable Joe Walsh:
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Not My Door
I was dealt a massive blow. Felt like a nuclear blast to my gut. A real sucker punch.
I was in love. Madly, deeply, wildly. For a long time. I just KNEW in my heart and soul that HE WAS THE ONE I had been waiting for my whole life. I mean, all the signs were there, everything was spot on. For ME. OMG! He was handsome, a guitar player and a magic man. Swoon! He was an asshole too but by goddess I was okay with it! He was a little (A LOT) gun shy and after a year of spending nearly every day with me he finally told me he wasn't in love with me.
I moved on with my life. I didn't brood. But I didn't date. He was still on my mind every day. I kept up with my daily life. I took care of me. I got a job. I went out with my friends. I did all the right things. No moping.
I made peace with it. I spent four months mending my wounds and telling myself that I had read the signs all wrong, that even sometimes when the signs are all correct that still we can NOT be meant for each other. I had finally come to terms with the fact that I was okay and he was okay and all was finally right with the world again.
In a moment of weakness (this is hindsight talking because in the moment I felt empowered) I contacted him.
Looking back, I might have been feeling a little cocky, a little arrogant and maybe, if I'm honest, just a tad needy for some male attention. I had, unfortunately, begun a recent flirtation with someone that amounted to a pile of feathers. In other words, a bunch of fluff. It was a nomance. I had, as usual, built something up in this wild imagination of mine. I mean, my mind is glorious, but waaaaay more suited to creating blockbuster cinema than practical relationships! I had, for a few days, been so relieved not to be thinking of HIM, that I got caught off guard...
On with my story...
I contacted Mr. Not My Door...
Oh, a mere two weeks after deciding he was not in love with me, and after I had ungraciously banished him from my life for not being in love with me, he had called me. I not only hung up on him, I called him back and told him to stop calling me. Little did I know he had been calling to confess that he had, indeed, FALLEN. IN. LOVE. WITH. ME.
Oh I was flying high on top of love mountain!
Until he started crying. ????? Whatever is the matter my one true love?
He now has a girlfriend.
My stomach nearly concaved into itself (oh I wish).
Is this not the stuff of a flapping Danielle Steele novel? I couldn't make this up if I tried!
I really wish the BIG Universe would quit messing around with me. This was one lousy joke to play on me. I am the Queen of Hearts and this was just not a very nice play of cards to be dealt.
Okay. That's enough of that pity party for a night. (resiliency, resiliency, resiliency she repeats to herself over and over and over. rubber bisquit)
I saw this post on the book of faces today:
There are NO coincidences.
I shouldn't have contacted Mr. Not My Door. My bad. I banged me noggin and the Big U just gave me another layer of rubber to wrap around it. Thank you, Sir, may I 'ave another?
oy
And here is my door prize:
I was in love. Madly, deeply, wildly. For a long time. I just KNEW in my heart and soul that HE WAS THE ONE I had been waiting for my whole life. I mean, all the signs were there, everything was spot on. For ME. OMG! He was handsome, a guitar player and a magic man. Swoon! He was an asshole too but by goddess I was okay with it! He was a little (A LOT) gun shy and after a year of spending nearly every day with me he finally told me he wasn't in love with me.
I moved on with my life. I didn't brood. But I didn't date. He was still on my mind every day. I kept up with my daily life. I took care of me. I got a job. I went out with my friends. I did all the right things. No moping.
I made peace with it. I spent four months mending my wounds and telling myself that I had read the signs all wrong, that even sometimes when the signs are all correct that still we can NOT be meant for each other. I had finally come to terms with the fact that I was okay and he was okay and all was finally right with the world again.
In a moment of weakness (this is hindsight talking because in the moment I felt empowered) I contacted him.
Looking back, I might have been feeling a little cocky, a little arrogant and maybe, if I'm honest, just a tad needy for some male attention. I had, unfortunately, begun a recent flirtation with someone that amounted to a pile of feathers. In other words, a bunch of fluff. It was a nomance. I had, as usual, built something up in this wild imagination of mine. I mean, my mind is glorious, but waaaaay more suited to creating blockbuster cinema than practical relationships! I had, for a few days, been so relieved not to be thinking of HIM, that I got caught off guard...
On with my story...
I contacted Mr. Not My Door...
Oh, a mere two weeks after deciding he was not in love with me, and after I had ungraciously banished him from my life for not being in love with me, he had called me. I not only hung up on him, I called him back and told him to stop calling me. Little did I know he had been calling to confess that he had, indeed, FALLEN. IN. LOVE. WITH. ME.
Oh I was flying high on top of love mountain!
Until he started crying. ????? Whatever is the matter my one true love?
He now has a girlfriend.
My stomach nearly concaved into itself (oh I wish).
Is this not the stuff of a flapping Danielle Steele novel? I couldn't make this up if I tried!
I really wish the BIG Universe would quit messing around with me. This was one lousy joke to play on me. I am the Queen of Hearts and this was just not a very nice play of cards to be dealt.
Okay. That's enough of that pity party for a night. (resiliency, resiliency, resiliency she repeats to herself over and over and over. rubber bisquit)
I saw this post on the book of faces today:
There are NO coincidences.
I shouldn't have contacted Mr. Not My Door. My bad. I banged me noggin and the Big U just gave me another layer of rubber to wrap around it. Thank you, Sir, may I 'ave another?
oy
And here is my door prize:
Rubber Bisquit
I can't get this out of my head. I'm feeling like this the past few days...
Feels like I gotta put it here. NOW.
Enjoy!
Feels like I gotta put it here. NOW.
Enjoy!
The Lovers
My heart is wild
My body is on fire
My soul is a rebel
and
My mind is a wanderer
My only rest is in
your arms....
Hold Me...
My body is on fire
My soul is a rebel
and
My mind is a wanderer
My only rest is in
your arms....
Hold Me...
Ghosting
Ghosts of lovers past
walk through the neural pathways
of my brain
Their footsteps pounding
making sounds
passing for infinity
I am seeking meaning
in their signs
in their sensual signals
that carry no definitions
other than the ones that I give them
They seek to confine me
While I seek to release me
The paradox is both prison
and
Freedom
The choice is always mine
walk through the neural pathways
of my brain
Their footsteps pounding
making sounds
passing for infinity
I am seeking meaning
in their signs
in their sensual signals
that carry no definitions
other than the ones that I give them
They seek to confine me
While I seek to release me
The paradox is both prison
and
Freedom
The choice is always mine
Word of the Year....Finally!
It's RESILIENCY!
Oh effing MY!
In this sweet lil' video by sweet lil' Matt Kahn, he sweetly explains how the Universe will move you along if you fail to do so for yourself. YUP! I have had that confirmed. 10-4, over and OUT!
So, yah, because I decided to be all blase' about the New Year and doing anything new or what-have-you, the Universe decided to take matters into its own hands and teach me a thing about banging around walls. Like, if I'm gonna insist on banging my head against walls (yes, that is MY STYLE) then the BIG U is gonna give me some super duper rubber armor for me noggin.
I 'spose I'm to be grateful for the BU's (Big Universe) interference on my behalf in this instance, and truly I am, but DAMN! can ya take it down a notch? I'm beginning to feel like I'm in a dang pinball game and I'm the dang pinball! For the love of Pete!
Okay, okay, my word for this year is RESILIENCY!!!!
I'm gonna be one bouncy, flexible, hoola hoopin' gal by the end of this year at this rate!
Can't frickin' wait!
See ya on the other side!
the capability of a strained body to recover its size and shape after deformation caused especially by compressive stress
Oh effing MY!
In this sweet lil' video by sweet lil' Matt Kahn, he sweetly explains how the Universe will move you along if you fail to do so for yourself. YUP! I have had that confirmed. 10-4, over and OUT!
So, yah, because I decided to be all blase' about the New Year and doing anything new or what-have-you, the Universe decided to take matters into its own hands and teach me a thing about banging around walls. Like, if I'm gonna insist on banging my head against walls (yes, that is MY STYLE) then the BIG U is gonna give me some super duper rubber armor for me noggin.
I 'spose I'm to be grateful for the BU's (Big Universe) interference on my behalf in this instance, and truly I am, but DAMN! can ya take it down a notch? I'm beginning to feel like I'm in a dang pinball game and I'm the dang pinball! For the love of Pete!
Okay, okay, my word for this year is RESILIENCY!!!!
I'm gonna be one bouncy, flexible, hoola hoopin' gal by the end of this year at this rate!
Can't frickin' wait!
See ya on the other side!
Resiliency is a quality in objects to hold or recover their shape, or in people to stay intact. This is a kind of strength.
If you bend a fork and it bends right back — that's
resiliency. A car that is in an accident only has a few scratches has
resiliency: it holds up and keeps its shape. A car that was demolished
didn't have much resiliency. A person shows resiliency if they are able
to recover from a difficult experience. Going back to school after a
horrible event like a parent dying shows a lot of resiliency. Doing a
triathlon shows physical resiliency.
the capability of a strained body to recover its size and shape after deformation caused especially by compressive stress
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
My Logo - Pilot
I don't claim to have any artistic capabilities, other than a very creative imagination that lends itself to the written word and what Mr. Willard could pull from me in junior high art class. (I mean I would have done anything for him. It's amazing what a girl with a crush can do.)
So far this is my third attempt to get this image from my mind's eye into a physical representation. However, I do suspect there will be more interpretations before I am satisfied. For now, this is the basic foundation of what it will look like.
Voila!
Welcome to CORR LOVE!
P.S. Yes, this is a Logo. For my blog, website, and upcoming online business. More to come. I've been working on this for over 3 years and it's about time I go public. :)
I Dreamt You
i just wanted you to want me
in the way that i wanted you
i watched your face for hours
your beautiful eyes mesmerizing me
a dizzying disarming display of soulfulness
when one looked long enough and deep enough
i saw you in there
i saw all of you
i wanted to leap inside of you and get lost
and i wanted you to find solace in my love
i know we all walk a dark path alone at times
but if we are only willing to reach out we will find
a hand waiting to take ours and we are alone no longer
i wished for you and
i dreamt you to me
now i weep for you
and cry out for you
I don't claim to understand the workings of this vast universe
why am i taunted with my desire while in it
but we were not to be
and yet our paths crossed anyway
so fare thee well
journey on
may your sadness pass
and let love find you
in the way that i wanted you
i watched your face for hours
your beautiful eyes mesmerizing me
a dizzying disarming display of soulfulness
when one looked long enough and deep enough
i saw you in there
i saw all of you
i wanted to leap inside of you and get lost
and i wanted you to find solace in my love
i know we all walk a dark path alone at times
but if we are only willing to reach out we will find
a hand waiting to take ours and we are alone no longer
i wished for you and
i dreamt you to me
now i weep for you
and cry out for you
I don't claim to understand the workings of this vast universe
why am i taunted with my desire while in it
but we were not to be
and yet our paths crossed anyway
so fare thee well
journey on
may your sadness pass
and let love find you
Beware the Blank Post!
It's what happens when Blogger makes a Smart Phone App and I have a Smart Phone. Unfortunately owning a Smart Phone does not ensure that one is a Smart User....
Every time I get a new phone it requires me growing several gabazillion new brain cells which equals approximately 3 years...
I just got used to my iPhone which I no longer have. Steve Jobs, why??????? They are so beautiful! And so expensive! I understand now, I do! But me no has money! Well, not for that at least. I want other things too.
Dang.
Every time I get a new phone it requires me growing several gabazillion new brain cells which equals approximately 3 years...
I just got used to my iPhone which I no longer have. Steve Jobs, why??????? They are so beautiful! And so expensive! I understand now, I do! But me no has money! Well, not for that at least. I want other things too.
Dang.
Monday, March 28, 2016
The Joker
My romance was a nomance
As usual I was delusional
The voices in my head
Were taunts from the dead
Tales of the past
When I thought my skin would last
forever
and then some
Now I see that while my life is
endless
my body is not flawless
and love is but dream
and reality is but a scream
and I long for the nightmare
of ghosts and vampires
who whisper tales
of endless youth
and firm buttshakes
haunt me no more
elusive love
for a cannot bear
your mocking
jibes
As usual I was delusional
The voices in my head
Were taunts from the dead
Tales of the past
When I thought my skin would last
forever
and then some
Now I see that while my life is
endless
my body is not flawless
and love is but dream
and reality is but a scream
and I long for the nightmare
of ghosts and vampires
who whisper tales
of endless youth
and firm buttshakes
haunt me no more
elusive love
for a cannot bear
your mocking
jibes
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