honest you do

suivez-moi

you can now....follow me blog with bloglovin'

i am a goat

read your birth chart here.

today i learned my sun and moon sign are both capricorn.

which means i am very capricorn.

i also learned many more things, and that's so

capricorn of me.

she can put down in writing everything that her imagination and intuition dictates.

where books are kept

"i have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. it means to me now - only the place where the books are kept." - john steinbeck

inspiration/motivation

the thing about being happy is that it's harder for me to write. no inspiration or motivation for that matter. the only things i happen to scribble down are incessant lists and i also have the necessity to write things down as soon as they enter my head because i'm a lot more forgetful these days, which is why i've been to target about four to five times a week and also why i burned the pizza last night. (note to self: set a timer).

for the sake of being able to write - here are some things that make me happy: coming home to tin & gina listening to my dinah '62 album, evenings off, hand drawn animation, nail polish, the sunlight in my bedroom at 7am, freckles, a virtual flight over california, getting lost in my new neighborhood, midnight snacks in bed, funny tweets, being near my friends.

take my advice and find one teensy tiny thing everyday that you look forward to. even if its just the feeling of taking off your hat at the end of your shift and shaking out your hair. that's one of the best parts of my days as a cashier.

slaughter house five

the space between us

yesterday i took a fifteen minute nap and when i woke up, the world had changed. bin laden was dead, obama had addressed the nation and the idea of an end to a ten year war hung in the air.

facebook and twitter had blown up with the announcement and then the subsequent opinions. patriotism. expressions of god blessing america and the encouragement of death, destruction and violence in the name of revenge or justice or something like that.

and there were equally passionate ideas on the other side, stating their disgust of said opinions, declarations of a desire for peace, of a need to mourn all death.

then i texted my brother ryan, who was a soldier in iraq and his opinions on the news were what i really cared about. he said he identified with this: "do not rejoice when your enemy falls, and do not let your heart be glad when he stumbles." proverbs 24:17.

i was overcome by sadness. the debates on the internet themselves represented the two opposing sides of war to me. the rash, the harsh comments, the glorification of death, the sadistic and bleak outlook on war and human life sat heavy on my shoulders.

i poured myself a glass of white zinfandel and sank into the couch listening to joni mitchell's ladies of the canyon and the second sides to both rubber soul and sgt. pepper and was reminded of the importance of artists through times like these and that having enough people to step forward and continue the art of creation with the energies of love and peace might be the one tiny hope we have sometimes.

with our love, we can save the world