It's a new dawn.

I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I might really like my job again. If everything continues the way it has been going, it's going to be an amazing year.

I am too exhausted to think and emote, I am spent. I was also barked at because I posted a smartass ecard on my facebook that said "For every photo that you post on Facebook of your kid, I will post one of me having a life." I think all of my childless friends can relate to this and LIKE it, but some unusual commenters came out of the woodwork to bark. Some people can't take a joke. But come on, I DO have to look at a lot of ugly babies!

This is one of those times I ought to shut my mouth, but as Ani says -- "Guess I should shut my mouth and rethink a minute; but I can't shut it now, 'cos there's something in it."

I have things to say.

Ten things of which I was certain

1) That I had posted more recently than January.
2) That I could really count only on myself in this world.
3) That friends would come and go, and that was no one's fault.
4) That though they come and go, those that I chose to surround myself with would support me unconditionally during their presence, even if that meant saying things that were hard to hear.
5) That my animals would always love me, that that's what pets are made of: dedication.
6) That my parents don't always understand or agree with me, but they support me in my decisions. Fortunately, their love is unconditional.
7) That I trust people until given reason not to.
8) That I have an infinite amount of love within me, and I thrive on giving it away.
9) That I can have all the education in the world, but nothing compares to being fully awake, alive, and aware every day of my life; that learning never stops.
10) That, at the end of a day, gratitude trumps everything. If it doesn't; I need to re-evaluate. Love and gratitude are the ultimate gifts.

"Nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep"

It's Monday, I'm exhausted, curled up on the couch like a cat in a corner. I've eaten too much dinner and definitely too much dessert, and taunting me are all my fb friends' posts on how much they worked out today, when they went to the gym, how great they feel, blaaaaaaaaaaah blah blah blah blah. Is this what January will be from now on? Will everyone exercise in the month of January and forget about it by Valentine's Day? In one of my darker corners, I hope so, because I have no intention of upping my current zero-workout schedule. I'll go for a walk when I feel like it, and I'll eat properly after the Epiphany, but I'm not going to fake it and pretend I'm becoming a workout fiend. I respect that some people love it, good for them, but my nightmare is walking into that sweaty-humid room and touching sweaty equipment that 300 people before me that day have already germified. Give me a break. I'd rather walk for 12 straight hours than climb onto a stairmaster for 10 minutes.

Someone left an anonymous comment on one of my posts here and it's driving me crazy. Why must people be anonymous? I want to know who you are; make yourself known here! Yes, I know I need to get creative and write something of worth...but if you haven't gleaned it from the first paragraph, let me clarify: I loathe New Year's Resolutions. I think they're crap. I'm going to write because I want to, not because I can suddenly resolve to...

...and here's the quote of the day, thanks to Luca.
“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so?! There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.” - Drew Carey

See you there.

winterblue

winterblue, originally uploaded by Erica's Island.

just trying to save it

Long Lost Friend

It's been forever since I've seen you, my beloved words spilling forth, and I have been lost and lonely for you. Pull me close to you, hold me tightly, love me. I can no longer live without you.

Thank you, Sam, for the light, and K.c. for the reminder.

Heather Nova - Winter Blue..

What is that? (Τι είναι αυτό;) 2007

Thank you, John.
xoe

Christmastime!

Hello, Love!

I am as happy as happy can be. I've decided to accept whatever chaos they want to hand me when it comes to that dress because it's one day and I get the man. That's all I want out of this...that man!

We had a snow day today, the last day before our 2-week winter recess. I went to bed @ 1:30am after staying up up up talking with everyone, ending with Anne and her awful work story after the play. (He's a jackass and everyone knows it. Screw him.) Then my sister called a few minutes after 5am to say it was a snow day, and i was so enthralled with the darkness, the freedom, the quiet, and wide expanse of ANYTHING ahead of me, that I curled up in bed, chatted with overseas friends (they're all awake in Europe, the best time to catch them) and listened to the heat click on and off, the scratching of branch fingers against the cedar shakes. It was a beautiful, slow morning, and I didn't let myself go back to sleep because I HAD to go into the village for my meds before the snow took over. Finally I got up, threw on leggings, Uggs, and a zip fleece (couldn't even bother with the bra, just wanted to rush out and back into bed and this would keep me from wandering around town) but while I was standing in line at the post office, the clerk was eyeing me like I was fine. I giggled my way to the counter because I found it utterly ridiculous that this was acceptable to him, but you never know. It was just lovely to exchange friendly season's greetings with someone rather than deal with ornery nonsense. Everyone was bustling about trying to get things done before the storm.

The storm!
Over a foot in less than 6 hours; it's gorgeous!
I napped, ate, showered, shoveled, and I'm perched on the couch in front of the Christmas tree, Cary Grant is on TCM (The Bishop's Wife) and life is just so sweet. Thank you.

Namaste~
xoe

(Now WHY did the treetop get cut off when this photo uploaded? ah well...)

Ha ha hah haaaaaa!

Love this! It's for you, R! I'm just smiling.

You don't really wanna stay with me, oh no... (click it!)

were it were done well

I think it's finally done.
As unpleasant and sad as it all is, I know it needs to happen. I am tired of goodbyes.

November answer to his request that I choose.

HERE'S what I HAVE to say...and I DO have to say it in order to clear my soul.

I hate you for this.
I hate you because I love you.
I hate that you want me back.
I hate the memory that as I plead with you in the driveway, I see you giving me the finger as you peel out and speed away.
I hate that I'm waiting by the side of the road with your dog in my backseat and you speed past me to get to work, ignoring me.
I hate that I felt so abandoned for so many days and weeks and months and YEARS.
I hate that I came home on a snowy Tuesday to find you had vanished, completely, to leave me in a screaming, sobbing heap on the stairwell.
I hate that you never called in the days afterward while I dissolved into a fraction of who I had been.
I hate all the times you never gave me your phone number, and when I called my house from your phone to have it, you showed nothing but rejection and disappointment.
I hate that you didn't tell me where you lived.
I hate that when I found out and showed up on yet another winter night, knocking on your door and throwing stones at your window, begging to see you, you turned off the lights & ignored me all night.
I hate that you kicked me out of all the places you lived to be AWAY from me and now you pull THIS and tell me I have to want it when my sticking by you all along should have been fucking proof beyond proof that I would have done anything for you.
I hate that you yelled that I, too, kicked you out when I wanted you to cool down because the fact that you ALWAYS had a key because YOU LIVED HERE and I ALWAYS wanted you here should have been evidence that I never really kicked you out.
I hate that I stood by you through your alcoholism and sobering and college and ALWAYS made excuses and reasons and explanations for you no matter what I wanted and how much I didn't give a shit WHERE else you wanted to be or chose to be because DAMMIT you SHOULD have been NEXT TO ME.
I hate that I ALWAYS chose to focus on the positive with you, no matter how much negative attempted to overshadow it.
I hate that all I wanted was to be near you, to spend time with you, to be close enough to touch you, to laugh with you, to hear your voice and your thoughts, and be in the company of the man I loved beyond all understanding and believed was my soulmate on this planet, but was told to leave, pushed out, left crying on doorsteps, and yelled at, on even that very last day, told that I was not wanted there.
I hate that you didn't get it.
I hate that you said you did, but didn't act like it.
I hate that you lied to me about being committed to me.
I hate that you lied to me about ANYTHING.
I hate that of COURSE I have things I would do differently and that I know I wasn't perfect, but that I DO know my love for you WAS perfect because I couldn't have accepted you any more or loved you any better.
I hate that you made me wait for the crumbs from your table, and I tolerated it.
I hate how many times you made me a fool.
I hate that on September 6, 2004, I lit 365 candles to commemorate your 365 days of sobriety and all you could do was sit paralyzed in fear that I was about to ask you to marry me.
I hate that you left for China for months without even considering me.
I hate that I proposed after your return from China and you barked out a NO while we were in bed and I had to sadly take back the ring and put it into the drawer.
I hate that when we made love, nothing else matters because it was communion, it was body and soul, it was life.
I hate that the second to last time we made love was the best it ever was and the very last time we made love was the worst.
I hate that you sat next to me at Le Petit Bistro rubbed my back and looked into my eyes whiile you told me I was your girl a week and a half before breaking up with me.
I hate that you tried to break up with me a dozen times before July 9 and for some reason I wouldn't accept it.
I hate that I spent so much time listening to cars and motorcycles on the road, hoping they were yours.
I hate that no mater how many times you came, I always felt you leaving.
I hate that you taught me how to cook and now you're not here to see how amazing I've become at it.
I hate how much I miss your family, how you took them away from me though they didn't belong to me, and how I will not see the children grow up or have Kathy and hers in my life no matter how close we were and how much I loved them.
I hate that you continue to become the person I always knew you had inside you, and you kicked me out as I stood on the precipice with you.
I hate that this still tears me up inside.
I hate that we were best friends and soulmates and yet you've cut me so deeply that I'll never heal.
I hate that as I write this I'm crying because I'd like to be over it but I know I may never be.
I hate that you finally want to give me what I deserved all along now that someone else is giving it to me every second, without thinking twice, because it's instinct to give so willingly and openly to someone you love and treasure so dearly.
I hate that you couldn't do what he does every single day.
I hate that I had to cry the day I got off the plane in England because as soon as we got back to his house and his friend asked him to go out, the first thing out of his mouth was "My love is here, and I don't take a step without her," and I had never been so regarded, so well-loved, so considered.
I hate that if I weren't with Attila I'd probably go back to you, despite the contrary begging of everyone close to me.
I hate that it took another man to show me what a relationship should be when YOU should have been the one to show me.
I hate all the times you asked me to marry you and then backed out.
I hate that now you expect me to believe that you really want it.
I hate that if I went back to you I'd always have to wonder if it was enough for you.
I hate that you made me shine and took your light away.
I hate that I will always love you, and there's not a thing any human being can do about it.
I hate that everyone but me knew it was over.
I hate that it will never be over.
I hate that because I have all these memories and experiences; I can never go back to you and be a healthy woman.

I love you.
I love him.
I love myself; and because I do, I am saying goodbye.

I'm not a zombie

Halloween was fun...but exhausting and trying all the same. The costumes turned out well and were fun, and I got the strangest array of comments and compliments. Some people (friends!) didn't even recognize me, but I think the best part of it was that my spirit is back. Last year I felt nothing, but this year I am revved up for everything and everyone. HAPPY!

Now it's November 1st, warm and quiet, grey and orange. Ati strung together and sent me a collection of short videos I took of him (us) that were left in England on his video camera and as I watched and heard it in my voice...that happy peace. I miss that man. I'm tempted to post the video but I think everyone else would be BORED, so I'm just watching it myself.

Yesterday, Bonnie asked me how much weight I'd lost. After I told her, she asked me if I noticed any loss in my breasts, and I said no. She said "Don't you hate that?" I said "No! I love them!" and while she was explaining how the size of hers was bothersome to her no matter how much weight she lost, I wanted to tell her that what she actually needed was a decent bra to hoist up her own girls rather than have them loitering around her waist like they are now. I mean come on!

Oh, on another note, A, Hag, and I had a 3-way conversation last night and I'm so relieved to hear that the Hag is back to his buddhist-enlightened, aware, pervy self. A and I were worried. Now if only he would stop referring to himself in deli-meat similes...

Anonymous

I cared this morning when I read it; I don't care now. Whatever you think or however hurt you are is neither my fault nor my problem. At least own your anger and seek peace rather than trying to upset me to alleviate your pain. If I did something to wrong you, tell me and I'll do what I can to make it better; but let's try to heal and not tear down.

Black Roses

Why did he step on my heart again tonight? I was reaching out in peace and wellness, always looking for it, always working toward it. I don't understand.

Here's what I have to say:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvNcsgJ2RBA

If

If I had anything interesting to say, I'd surely be saying it. This week is getting away from me and I just keep going going trying to forge ahead toward something. I need to re-organize and get some structure and some type of PLAN going on, because all I do is work and get home from work avoiding everything overwhelming but nothing gets done. 9:04 and what have I done...a whole lot after work, and then I get home and it feels like a whole lot of nothing.

Whine whine whine!

I'm looking into the red dress.
You know.

baby steps

I'm having a tough time tonight. Addictions are strong and long-lasting, and right now I'm struggling. I understand more than every the absolute PULL of the very thing you know you don't want, and how it SEEMS like you want it. I want it, but I want the feeling, albeit temporary, of the relief of the adrenaline rush...not the inevitable drop afterward.

Yeah, I'm just struggling. I'm sick of the overseas diplomatic nonsense and miles of red tape. I think it's been enough. It's my turn now, isn't it?

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

I used this as my profile photo because it's so easy to forget how many are affected by breast cancer...by cancer of any type...how many are still suffering, how vanquished we felt when told we were afflicted. Mine wasn't breast cancer, but I got the news all the same, and the feeling of confusion--the body betraying itself--will linger indefinitely. Walk for the cure, give a dollar, give some time, give your support any way you can.

out at night, photos she took

out at night, photos she took
Originally uploaded by Erica's Island

she went walking before and after dark, thinking of everything and nothing at once.

Double Post Script

I had a revelation today.

I don't even know how succinctly I can encapsulate it.

I've long been grappling with the current lack of craziness, the lack of daily to semi-daily adrenaline rushes in my life with Attila. It has been work every single day, regular practice and attention to the fact that my relationship is HEALTHY and that just because I've never known it doesn't mean it's not right.

What I love is that every single time Attila picks up the phone, every single day, I hear the exact joy I always wanted from every man I've ever loved. I hear the joy, the appreciation, the adoration, and more than anything, the welcome. I am welcomed into that life, and it is everything I always wanted to be. I have had it in my head that without the craziness, love is absent. I have sought the highs because they must be love! They were the highs not of love but of fear. This is a constant relief, and I am just not used to the lack of the highs and inevitable lows. In the past year I have asked myself hundreds of times if this is who and how I am now, if this is truly me, and I keep coming back to yes, yes, yes. I loved those moments, those years I spent with other men, but I was only half of what I could have been because I was always trying to prove myself and my worth, how wonderful it was to be with me, how lovable I really am. My life is no longer in jeopardy. I don't know how long it will take to acclimate to this life, but I am happy here in this new place. I think I'll stay.

Oh, p.s.

I need a new ringtone. Give me a good song NOW. I'm sick of the old nonsense and I want something that brings joy every time I hear it.

I am NOT caring for hearing Kings of Leon on the Today show for special investigations and the TBS introductions for Major League Baseball. No mainstreaming, PLEASE!

Saturday Night

What a wonderful day!
I got up around 7:45 and felt SO completely refreshed and ALIVE...and I know it had everything to do with the long talk I had with Abra and Ray last night. I happily jumped out of bed, threw on Ati's clothes, and flew over to Laura's to feed Cayleigh. While I was there I logged on and goofed around online while I kept Cayleigh company. Liz caught me online and told me about a great sale, and I said let's go NOW. I hadn't showered or even put on CLEAN clothes, but off we went. She was looking for some housewares and I the final pieces of our big halloween-costume extravaganza. A quick outing turned into an all-day affair with my trying travel incognito because I looked like all kinds of hell, but I was happy.

We ended up 2 stores down from the shop where my wedding dress is waiting patiently, and seeing as they called me several times to ask what I planned to do, I dropped in and tried it on. It's HUGE on me now. It needs to be taken WAY in, which is better than needing to be let out. I don't even know when I'll be getting married, so we're not going to start altering it just yet. I did have a large episode of remorse that I didn't go with my original wish for a red dress, that I got sucked into the world of white weddings, but I don't know what I can do about that now. It is what it is.

I'm exhausted! I spent a lot of money today and for what?
Oh Ati, I took some photos around dawn, the leaves and the grass wrapped in frost. I took them for you.

I miss everyone who knows me, loves me, gets me.
Namaste~xoe

Kings Of Leon - Sex On Fire

I can never thank you enough, Peach.

Flaming Roses

Flaming Roses
Originally uploaded by Attila Racz

Happy Birthday.

Rachael Yamagata - Worn Me Down

I love it. Seriously.

No Internet

Yes, it's true.

I'm an addict.

I can't even tear myself away for a day. The computer is too tempting. If it's not email, it's Facebook. If I'm not on Etsy, I'm checking some other forums my friends and I frequent. I check my school email and my 2 other email accounts. I read the news, book reviews, goodreads updates, blah blah blah blah BLAH! I have a real problem. I spend ENTIRELY too much time online, wasting my life. It's time for a break. This week I'll log on to check my email at work (I had gmail forwarded here and my aol won't forward but there's a vacation response) and do whatever internet business needs to be done; and I'll use the computer at home ONLY to talk with Attila and save $34,795 on phone bills. Other than that, I'm off. It's a sickness. I may need a 12 step. I'll either seek methadone or become really creatively productive. I'm hoping for the latter.

Love you...write me at work!

xoe

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	High
Wrath:	Low
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Very High
Pride:	Medium

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

on.the.train.to.brighton

Here is the man who gets shy once the camera is facing him, and always tells me I'm too close for a portrait. I wonder how soon he'll learn that when I'm this close, I'm shooting a movie! He's tough to understand because he's quiet and there's an accent involved, but I hope you can hear the happiness in my voice.

They can't have me.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A hiding place.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.

Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A hiding place.

There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.

And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A hiding place.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

I will begin...

mmmmmmmmmmm
Originally uploaded by EricasIsland

Love, I haven't forgotten.
I will write everything, everything of you, of me and us, of my time with you and everything inside and around us. I will begin soon. I am still picking the flowers from the bouquet and looking at each and every one for its beauty. I still breathe in the scents and let them flood me, eyes closed, remembering. I miss you.

My Sexy Fiance

My Sexy Fiance on the last day of his service.
Originally uploaded by EricasIsland

oh
my
God.

You know, this guy doesn't even smoke, but on this day perhaps there was a celebration. What I DO know is that I find this picture DAMN SEXY and knowing that his thighs are as fantastic as they look in this picture just TOTALLY turns me on.

I know, I may be alone in my attraction to this photo with all the military garb and the one-man arsenal and the testosterone, but DAMN I find this photo AMAZING. It's several years old, but he just shared it with me today. I think the fact that he was a NATO Peacekeeper elevates his role away from aggressor toward protector. I respect the nobility of it. Of course it's also that I find him one of the gentlest men I've ever met. I like that he can simultaneously be this strong, solid protector and a kind, gentle soul.

He's back from Hungary and I'm SO glad to see his smiling face... it MADE MY DAY.

This guy never ceases to amaze me. GOD I'm happy!
♥e

Tuesday

Today was an insanely busy workday...I really haven't slowed down much but it's 10:22 and I must think about getting to bed. I had a wonderful day, only to arrive home to an incorrect parcel from my ex, who then proceeded to lie up a storm and contradict himself over and over until there were simply no words. Laughable indeed.

After that brief yet ridiculous conversation I headed in to print the photos with the date and learned how to set my camera to use the pictbridge function and it went so smoothly I could kiss whomever invented the dang thing. While things were printing I watched the movie I took of Attila in our London flat as he made me laugh hysterically. I felt SO wonderful...then Anne needed a particular type of poetry and I retrieved a book from the shelf and read some poems aloud. We had a solidly soulful talk minus personal sadness, and have been on the phone since. Oooh...we're up to 7 hours on the phone. I just told her and she said "Really? Feels like 20 minutes." Exactly. We've printed, read, cooked, researched online, written letters, paid bills, packed FedEx parcels, sketched moon journal covers, discussed tomorrow's eclipse, and run the gamut of joyous lives. It's a gift. She's probably coming for her spring break, which is right before my spring break! I'll take a few days off and we'll go south to try on wedding dresses. I'm SO excited! My curriculum fair, class play, and yearly observation will be OVER and I'll be in the free zone. It's wonderful news.

Today was a good day after all.
Szeretlek,
♥e

♥Valentine♥

BEST
ONE
EVER!

No need for extravagance, only true love and genuine interest in ME and doing right by me. Love.

As for the rest of the weekend, nothing huge other than an effort to retrieve my last loose ends from my ex but as per his usual modus operandi, he created drama, pitted me as the instigator, and tried to draw me in only to run away pointing and laughing. My thoughts on that are that I really don't care. I was irritated because I did NOT like the feeling when it was happening within the relationship, but all these months later when I've been so far from it, it is an uncomfortable reminder of the past. It shook me, but I came out of it damn quickly. My love with Attila is so complete...when I was weeping for the past, he said "There is a happy future." He could not have done or said any better than that.

In fact:
"thank you sweetie
you know
when I feel I hate the world
I always just want you
nothing else
just you
being with you
all the time
because
I know
you are the person
who understands me
and loves me
and wants me...
it's a frickin good feeling."

Yes it is, Love.
Yes it is.

Finally

After being unbelievably sick for 11 days I went to the doctor who told me YES, I was QUITE sick, and gave me antibiotics and steroids. It's now Wednesday and after having negligible, interrupted sleep for a week, I slept 12 hours last night. Now I have a serious sleep hangover, and I'm getting NOTHING accomplished today. What I love is that tomorrow is an easy day...♥Valentine's Day!♥... at work and then a 4-day weekend ahead! There is plenty of time to get things done but I just wish this house were CLEAN for the weekend. I'd love some freedom.

I'm getting a lot of diverging opinions on the wedding plans. Some people say KEEP IT SIMPLE and do as little as possible to keep the 2 of you happy. Then I get those who say HEY it's your ONE DAY and your one wedding, which is true; but I don't need to be a princess or go with the Plan B wedding at some cookie-cutter hotel reception room, I just want us to be ourselves and celebrate how lucky and happy we are. I don't know what to do, I really don't. We're talking about it.

I'm ravenous this week, RAVENOUS, and no meeting tonight! PROBLEM!

I blame this on Anne...she's the one who introduced me to these damn laze-inducing flannel lounge pants. Damn the electric fence!

♥e

Got those lowdown Sunday blues

I hate it.
I think I could manage, even muster optimism, if I were not so sick (even after all this time) and it were not so shockingly windy and cold outside. The whipping wind compels me to stay inside, undercover, braced against the cold. I can scarcely breathe, I'm probably overmedicating, and I have no interest in prettying up for anything. To make matters worse -- or maybe better -- is that my sister and I have to plan and throw my parents' 40th wedding anniversary party, money money money, and then pay for my own wedding? Just feels a little off. My parents said we could have money or a honeymoon as our wedding gift and Attila and I chose the honeymoon, but still it would have been nice if they had offered to help with the wedding. It's irritating enough that Attila and I are separated...we talk about it constantly and HATE it and the whole effing procedure to get him over here; but add onto that trying to plan my parents party, pay for that, arrange a wedding and pay for THAT, and I just don't want to do it.

Well here's an immediate update!
Attila and I have been online together for a few hours, and we JUST spoke about the wedding and when I told him how I was feeling, he said he was feeling the EXACT same way. We've decided to do otherwise. We're just going to wake up one day or just look at the forecast sometime and say "HEY, THAT'S the day," and we'll make some calls and pack some picnics and just head to the beach to get married. We are SO in sync with this I just love it. I know this will ruffle feathers but I don't care because we have to do what's right for US.

*sigh* relief!

Now if only it would snow.

Protectors, big and small

Today was a great day, especially considering I skipped the stuff I just didn't want to do. I was too sickly and exhausted after work to do anything but drag my sorry self home and climb into bed. I spoke with Attila for a few hours before he went to bed, and he took such good care of me, even from a distance. That man is so incredibly loving and emotive. It's so genuine...I can see it in his face...and I am the priority in his life. Finally! In any event, Attila went to bed and then Anne and I began watching the dog show. I don't know why but we really enjoy those. If only this current dog didn't so turn me off to having a dog of my own.

Despite feeling like absolute garbage due to this virus, it was Chinese New Year (Gung Hey Fat Choy!) and the entire day was devoted to activities surrounding the holiday. The kids were extraordinary, we had tons of fun and did LOTS of projects; and walking out to the buses, five boys walked along the sidewalk together, arms over shoulders, a wall of friendship. It doesn't get better than that.

Szeretlek,
e

A Relatively Un-Super Tuesday

It's beyond me who's reading this these days. I knew of about 3 people...my friends...who did, as most of the writing was just my own daily therapy; but somehow I drop in to write and no fewer than 5 people have been here. That looks like a pitiful number, but seeing as I took a 2-month hiatus, I'm curious. Whomever you are, drop me a comment, say hello.

I dragged myself to work, late as usual, and could barely hear. My entire head is one big container for whatever fluid has decided to take up residence. It's 9:30 and I just finished my report card comments for the evening. It's been a long day, and I'm just glad I'm over the residual anger that came over me last night. I had a temporary lapse and felt SUCH anger for the past, but as soon as Attila told me "Hey, don't even think about it! Think about you and me...there's nothing left to be angry over, and you can focus on what makes you happy." Usually that'd be too reductive for me, but it's absolutely true. I think the struggle was that while I don't long for ANY of that past life, I get angry over past behaviors and general treatment. My feelings aren't about desire or longing, love or ANYTHING positive...I have some occasional anger and I just loathe the whole experience.

Attila I love. My moon my man. What I would have done without his friendship...and his ever-evolving adoration and dedication, his honesty, forthrightness, and absolute presence in every way EVERY SINGLE DAY since we met...I don't want to imagine. I am healthier than ever, and I guess anger is a normal emotion. Just because I don't usually feel any doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

♥e

The comfort of big pots bubbling.

I was on my way home from a half-day (too sick to make it through a full one) when I realized what I really needed was a bit pot of homemade soup. I stopped for a few essentials and spent the next couple of hours making cornbread (with the fresh white corn sprinkled throughout the batter) and mushroom beef barley, with a slew of creminis sauteed with a little onion in savory butter. I threw in a little sage while the beef was browning and it turned out perfectly. I look forward to feasting on it all week.

It's 4:22 and I'm snuggled under the covers with my arm-warmers on because it's just so cold in my bedroom. This is the way I like it, but the contrast between this room and the rest of the house makes me shiver.

You know, I really love my engagement ring. It's SO me, and I knew it right away. I just can't believe our luck in finding it! Then the luck that it fits so well...it feels like it's part of me. Normally I can't wait to take off my jewelry as soon as I walk in the door, but I never take this off and sometimes I feel for it to make sure it's on because it just feels like ME.

I'm also feeling a little bit of guilt over not having a maid or matron of honor and any bridesmaids, but Attila has no one in this country and no one can come over, so no one will be there for him. I want it to be the 2 of us with friends surrounding us, but I don't want to do anything that emphasizes his solitude. I just want us to be surrounded by love and friendship, undifferentiating, because we are one. I am not lost in this relationship, I am more myself than ever...my complete self, happy.

♥e

One Nostril

That's all I'm workin' with over here!

I've spent the bulk of the day messing around with the appearance of this blog...meanwhile, could I just manage one post? Seemingly not. Life is so different from when I began writing here that I debated whether or not I should even return to it. Attila said that he was glad I felt like writing again, that sometimes we need a break from these things. Anne said I didn't need it while I was away from it, and that is true. I got everything I need and I wasn't lonely or lacking for anything. What a major shift for me. NOTHING is lacking...I mean, I want Attila here with me, but he is more with me than anyone has ever been.

I have nothing even remotely interesting to report. I wanted to go to the movies, I was even interested in a double feature, but I've been sick in bed for 2 days and if I didn't get moving today and clean this house, I was going to be reported to one of those psychiatric-help episode of Oprah in which they discuss my filth while the video camera shows the utter disaster amongst which I've been living. It was hard to tell my house from the dump. THAT's over. I even bleached and shined my kitchen sink, and I cannot vacuum enough. The studio looks GREAT with the new space and the new carpeting, and I cannot wait for Attila to move his computers and simulation equipment in there so that we can pick him a desk and this will become his home as well. We were online together and we both looked up the property on Google Maps and I showed him around. It was sort of a bummer to see how much bigger than our house the pool actually is, but hey; I have 2 floors.

I have a big WTF scenario goin' on over here. I have NO desire for work tomorrow. Rats.

Love you. ♥e

You've got to got to got to ..let....love....rule....

I'm up late...very late for a Tuesday...and I'm neither sad nor mad, but oddly irritated and I just want to work through it before I put head to pillow.

I was about to analyze something...until I realized there's no point. It's about someone of whom I will never make sense nor believe.

So...I am here, where I have landed -- stripped as I am. BUT my heart is intact and SO full of love again. I am overwhelmed by the heart's ability to regenerate itself...it was not the amputated limb I had felt it to be, but the lizard's tail that could grow anew after breaking.

I can't stop smiling
...and laughing...hearty, joyous, abundant laughter.
Nothing but gratitude.
Thank you.

psst....here...

28 days, Love! 28 days!

Beirut - Elephant Gun

Joy...over and over.
Sometimes you have moments of reckoning in your life, during which you cry while you make peace with the pain.
I have had such a day.
~e

...

..., originally uploaded by Attila Racz.

Is he amazing or what?

Him

"Welcome Home Sweetie !!

How was your day? :)

This is a picture of me, not the best but I wanted to send a picture :)

Did you change your dresses for comfortable?"




Would you just look at how precious? We're talking about a man who is speaking a foreign language to make ME feel good.

I really like this guy!

crooked smile, crooked mentality

crooked smile, crooked mentality, originally uploaded by EricasIsland.

I haven't written in a week.
It has been a strange time, full of ups-and-downs. The week went well, but I took a bunch of colleagues and friends to see Jan, and it broke my heart over and over again. I think we all needed to do it together. We knew we should go, but none of us could have done it alone. It is difficult to keep yourself afloat in a conversation with someone then say goodbye and walk out knowing it'll be the last time you see her. So the FC and I put our arms around each other and walked slowly toward the elevator, letting the tears go where they would.

Some people from the past, from whom I NEVER expected to hear again, have reappeared in my life and their little here-and-there presences are making me smile. I have also been speaking with someone a LOT, and I don't know what to make of him. He is far away, but he seems like someone I know...it is not that he reminds me of someone, just that he feels like a familiar friend and not a relative stranger. My heart is so full these days. There are so many people in there, and still there is one whose departure devastates me over and over. I miss my friend...I really do.

But that crazy girl in the photo with the crooked smile keeps trying. She gets up in the morning with an open heart, so full of love. She breaks down from time to time, but she tries. That open heart...it's all over the map...at this moment the Keller says that heart needs to settle down, and that I don't want to take 2 steps forward and 18 steps back. As much as I want him, he does not seem to reciprocate right now. So true. I have had such a difficult time keeping my feelings quiet when it comes to him. It is antithetical to everything we have ever been, but he has left my life and so everything that was, has changed.

I have no answers. Life is short. No more holding out for the brass ring. Reach for stars and catch the moon.

♥e

P.S. Happy Birthday, Jen.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I met some lovely LOVELY men today, and their genuine ease and kindness have inspired me. What a difference...what a new world.

So we'll see what happens with all of them. I am just enjoying their conversation right now, and the absolute lack of guise or guile. THANK you! But they are cute and endearing in their own ways, and in my life now, anything can happen. I was up until 5am this morning turning the corner, making the change.

This is Bella Gnocca, signing off.
xoxo ♥e

P.S. Yes, G, we are both mourning; but we must smile sometime.

we'll shine

It is very late and I am tired but I do not want to go to bed. This begs the question WHY and I don't know the answer. Something feels amiss. Something somewhere is out of order, and I wish I could find it before I gave up on it for the night.

I see so many people are up...I have heard from a few friends here at this late hour, and perhaps it has something to do with the prominence of Mars at the current moment...this will pass; but until then, my whole self---body, mind, and spirit---are running wild.

P.S. I can't...

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures

Can someone please tell me what happened to MANNERS and COMMON SENSE? This oafish woman at the grocery walked RIGHT in front of me with her cart and TOTALLY NEGLECTED to say "Excuse me". She then parked her cart and her wide-load ass RIGHT next to me and stood no more than 10 inches from me to look for her item. I soon realized she might need something RIGHT where I was standing, but REFUSED to move until she said something. FINALLY she said "excuse me" and then I announced "Of course!" but neglected to add the seemingly obligatory "You offensive heifer!"

The Difficult Present
1) My friend is days from her death and knows it
2) It makes me want to pull near some who want to stay distant
3) Motivation = Zero
4) Loneliness
5) Distraction

The Grateful Present
1) Life and Health of so many
2) My own life's bounty
3) Absolute zeal for next summer's plan
4) October evenings, despite the wrath of the daylight hours
5) Other Loves


This is a strange, mysterious year. There are new people everywhere in my life, and I am enjoying wandering down new avenues. All the same, I miss you. I wish you were here.

Double Dose

I got two extra-large helpings of sad, difficult news today. I can't even bear to think of both of them because I have spent the last several hours laughing heartily though deep down there was a clear sadness. We cannot spend our lives mired in sadness, and since I have struggled so much in the past few months I am grateful to have finally found some absolute joy again-- and I'm holding on fiercely but strongly.

I can't even write clearly enough to make that a cogent paragraph, but we know what I mean.

There is no time to waste.
e

From the French

Je tombe pour un homme jouant des jeux avec des coeurs maintenus à la longueur de bras.
Je récupère d'une domination et arrive à son soulèvement haletant de coffre de broyage de coeur de porte
lèvres légèrement dessinées à part
pour le souffle, le baiser
pour éteindre chaque soif que j'ai jamais sue.

Je fais un pas en avant
et rencontrez le talon d'une paume poussée dans mon sternum,
même l'arrêt
un ajustement parfait au-dessous du breastbone.
Atteinte de inclinaison principale de lèvres
pour la carotte invisible au-dessus de ma tête.

Là voyages de son coeur
par son bras un courant
émanant dans ma moelle,
une énergie aiment l'électricité choquant son coeur ma palpitation de palpitation de coeur
les cellules légères de dix-millièmes par des artères aux veines aux artères aux veines et au dos encore un circuit accomplissent ainsi mes trouvailles de bouche la carotte entre ses lèvres.

*********
I am falling for a man playing games with hearts
kept at arms length.
I am recovering from a stranglehold
and arrive at his door gasping
heart pounding chest heaving
lips lightly drawn apart
for the breath, the kiss
to quench every thirst I've ever known.

I step forward
and meet the heel of a palm
thrust into my sternum,
even the stop
a perfect fit below the breastbone.
Head tilting lips reaching
for the invisible carrot above my head.

There travels from his heart
through his arm a current
emanating into my marrow,
an energy like electricity shocking
his heart my heart pulsing pulsing
ten thousand light cells through
arteries to veins to arteries to veins
and back again a circuit so complete
my mouth finds the carrot between his lips.

**********
♥e

You're HOT!

You are, you know.

I think you're amazing, and I love you.

I miss you, too!

xoxo
♥e

the.last.of.it

I was up before dawn this morning, and I'm not altogether certain why. I opened the door for the dog and had to grab my camera before setting my toes onto the cold bricks. September is coolly slipping away, slyly turning its head and smirking in its deceit. We were all tricked, earlier believing fall was upon us only to be taunted by the most brutal of Indian summers. Finally it is taking leave and none too soon; I am done with it. The further I get from July, the better.

After watching the sun come up, I went back to bed and woke four hours later with the most wicked of migraines and sinus pain. I could not lift my head enough to sit on the couch so stayed in bed until around 4pm. The entire day was spent in unbearable pain, and I would like to believe there was a reason half my weekend was for naught, but I cannot find one.

So here I am at the end of the weekend, facing a week without having had a fulfilling weekend, but so be it.

One of my Lauras wanted me to check out LA Ink to see Kat Von D and as luck would have it, there was a marathon starting just as my headache abated...and now I'm hooked. I was doing SO well on cutting back on my television watching! I don't know what it is about this show (yes, I'm watching it RIGHT now) that just DRAWS me in, but I can't get enough. I should be in bed!

That's it...off with me.
♥e

I ♥ Lollibomb

from "Tell me something I don't know" ericasisland says: Here is something very conservative from me... George Washington looked NOTHING like he does in all his portraits. He posed for the most famous one (what we see on dollar bills and everywhere else) immediately following a rigourous tooth-pulling, sans painkillers, and had wads of cotton stuffed into his cheeks to absorb the blood. He was actually a very handsome man with normal unchipmunk-like cheeks. (Neither did he chop down a cherry tree.) Now, in honor of Luca's pursuit of the golden ticket, I will add that one year, as I taught this information to my first grade class; I had a little girl masturbate herself to orgasm. Posted at 2:40 pm, September 28 2007 EST

Boxie says: a first grader?? Posted at 2:42 pm, September 28 2007 EST

didileo says: are you serious????? Posted at 2:43 pm, September 28 2007 EST

radiantjewels says: wow -- at all of this Posted at 2:43 pm, September 28 2007 EST

Lollibomb says: Holy-effin'-SHIT. Ass Goddess in the house, ya'll!!! Posted at 2:43 pm, September 28 2007 EST

didileo says: oh my, erica definitely wins! Posted at 2:43 pm, September 28 2007 EST

Lollibomb says: Erica ALWAYS wins.

Migraine, Day 3

How much time do you spend thinking about whether or not you are what and where you are supposed to be? I usually abide within that Zen state of true acceptance of what is as what should be; but lately I am curious about what it all says to me, and what the meaning of this here-and-now truly is.

Thank you for spending some time with me tonight, the 4 of you who whispered into my ears, made me laugh, rubbed my back, and loved me. I love you back.

xo♥e

Pull me out

I've decided not to take the November trip. Something no longer feels right about it, and I'm going with my gut on this one. (Actually, when do I NOT go with my gut?) My gut is also telling me some things have changed but I wonder how much of that is anxiety and my self-defense mechanism preparing me for disappointment.

This is just a depressing conversation. Moving on.

I made a lot of progress on one of the 2 bedroom paintings. That made me REALLY happy on Tuesday night, but Wednesday I was flattened by a migraine and had to lie in a dark dark room in a dark dark wood (cute little book) and do nothing.

I just want so much in the way of natural human happiness, neither material possessions nor unrealistic expectations, but waking and sending out all this love not merely through my job, but my relationships and my writing and my painting. I want to give to someone and keep myself awake and alive late late in the night with the natural energy and joy that comes from doing what I love.

There is a poem looming over my head but I cannot channel it just yet. I feel once again, I am like Stravinsky's theory -- that I will neither create nor own it, but be the vehicle through which [the poem] flows. I wonder if I will always feel this distance from the words when they are simultaneously the most intimate thing I know, or if I will keep myself outside peering through the window once they are alive. Oh I miss my mountain friends so much right now I can barely take it. I would so love to step back into the valley of Canaan (oh, the obvious correlations) but that was 9 years ago and it hurts to think of all that has transpired between that week and this. A whole lifetime...in fact, several, and I feel them all crashing down on me this moment, the giving and the loss, the cycle from joy to mourning.

I am sitting in the darkness with the windows open at this late hour, the crickets and cicadas carrying on, the dog's claws scraping the gravel as she wanders, a deer snorting at her from the ridge. I have waited all day for this breeze, and it's carrying me back to bed.

I miss you.
♥e

Inquire Within

Anyone want to go with me to London in November? I'm serious.

the monday before the tuesday and nothing redeeming so far

I am in a particularly disjointed, disconcerted mood today. Not angry or hostile, or depressed, just a little melancholy when I take a break from being goofy. Nothing is going particularly "right" today. I think I'm a bit ticked over some things and I'd like to get over them but I can't, not yet. I just cannot understand a few things that have taken place and nothing can fix those things, I just have to learn to accept them. This is neither a quick nor easy lesson. *Sigh*

Let's add to that the fact that I'm fighting some stuffy throaty thing; my black dress flew open while teaching (button in critical area); I forgot to get a package into the mail and it's almost late; it's crummy Monday before THE Tuesday, and there's a dead mouse stuck in the wall in the CENTER of my house UPSTAIRS...so that it stinks EVERYWHERE, mainly the teeny-tiny windowless bathroom. Yesterday was particularly hideous, and I had hoped we had reached the apex of stink; but I walked into the house this afternoon and straightaway it was foul. I really just don't care for that.

Mostly I'm really tired of boys giving me conflicting messages. Didn't you read the post about flirting with me? READ ITHERE, NOW.

Come on!

meow meow meow.

Marona's

All too often in the hurry and routine of our daily lives we miss the finer aspects of the commonplace. I do it all the time, take for granted what comes and goes so easily for me. I ran some errands in town yesterday, and it was not until very early this morning that I realized how lovely it had been. I parked my car outside the hardware store and walked Sadie to the little family IGA, Marona's, the only grocery store within 10 miles. If Sadie were a dog I could carry in one arm I'd have brought her in. She is so adorable, so friendly and snuggly that I didn't want to leave her outside too long. I looped her around the shady tree in the small yard, and went inside. I was in such a rush to get back to her that I missed all the joys that usually comprise my experience. Everyone who works there (less than ten people total, I'd say) will give you a big hello if you pass them while they work. Matt also works as an EMT and drove the ambulance when I severed the nerves in my hand. All of them will ask you if you need help finding anything if you look perplexed.I love the knowledge they all have. No one will ever look at you blankly, or stand there umming and hmming after a question. They are fast on their feet and know exactly where everything is because they stock the shelves and overhead hooks themselves. One of the eldest gentleman was out for quite awhile last year and by the conversations I overheard plus the absence of the large mole on his nose, I am gathering he had a bad bout with skin cancer. He is a quiet man, a hard worker, and I would guess he has spent most of the hours of his life within that store doing whatever needs to be done.

Sometimes when I pass the butcher counter there will be two or three people behind it and they always make me laugh after they greet me. They will do anything I could wish - debone and skin chickens, portion and wrap separately, take the fat off a piece of beef,or take a leg of lamb and cut it into smaller pieces for a fantastic stew recipe I just couldn't wait any longer to try. More than that, they will do it happily, almost as if they've been waiting all day for me. While they work, I continue my shopping, maneuvering my little cart through the four narrow aisles, invariably scraping the wheels sideways to turn a tight corner. When I'm lucky, I'll find the cat, sometimes curled up on a box of Tide, other times roaming the aisles surely looking for me. I pick her up and carry her for the rest of my shopping. She is a sweet little one, a tiny tabby who fits between my bent elbow and my shoulder, purring and mewing softly as I speak to her. Someone always tells me I must be special because she doesn't go to just anyone, that no one else can carry her around like that while they shop. Most times I'd like to walk out with her and take her right home with me, but then there wouldn't be the joy of finding her on an odd Tuesday after a long, loud day.

By the time I get to one of the two registers, I am sure there is something else I want but can't remember. I usually head for the shorter, older of the two women...the one with the glasses and the curly helmet of a head of hair. I'm not altogether certain why, but I think in some way she calms me in an old-fashioned way. No matter who rings me up, it is clear that they've been trained on how to pack a paper bag. This is a lost art, and I long for it every time I shop elsewhere and some unknowing teen has shoved three items haphazardly into a plastic sack before reaching for a new one. I love the way these ladies and gentlemen can use every square inch of a paper bag and nothing is ever crooked, my bread is never crushed, and my eggs arrive in strangely pristine condition even though I might find the carton placed on its short side.

Every day these folks are performing a dying art. The combination of varying knowledges and genuine friendliness within their customer service is neither simple nor mundane. It is beautiful, the way they make people feel welcome and important, the way they know the answers to your questions and work happily to do or get whatever you need, and the way they connect with each person in the way that suits the experience. If you want to be quiet and left alone, you are. If you need help, they know. If you need to connect to another human being with small talk, they are more than obliging. I always walk out satisfied; and if I walk out with too many bags, there is a gentleman who will leave his register or his task to carry them to my car. I will gladly hand over my money for the goods in this store. I am getting more than the items that find their way into my cart -- I am being nourished in so many ways.

"...you need a long toe."

and other strange statements of the day...

"Here's Sadie's cheeseburger."
(Sadie is a dog.)

"I can't let my father see my "Ass Goddess" and "I ♥ Titty Effing" pins!"

"Oh I'll get her Gingerbread, if I don't already have it."

on marriage: "You just pick the right one to be in the foxhole with, and when you're out of the foxhole you keep your dick in your pants."

AlxPeach: what is wrong with me?

EricasIsland: a myriad of things

"Please stand by, we've got a real bark-off going on over here."

AlxPeach:you definitely deserve him

EricasIsland:thank you...you know what? I deserve him if he's READY to be a grown man---not if he wants to be stupid; because I don't deserve stupid.

"Maybe they ought to set up weekly meetings of the We Fucked Up club."
--Frankly, I've got someone in mind to spearhead the whole organization.


Smile, Friends. It's come to this.
♥e

Is that really what you wanted to say to me?

I do not find spite a particularly useful endeavor.

I am aggravated because I think something was done spitefully, to illustrate something other than what was implied, and it hurt. I would like to have let things be, but I didn't.

In the meantime, just hear this: No need to bother. Message received. I get it, and so be it.

~*~

thank you, Stacey

"Wow what a back to school night!! Your confidence has always been incredible but I've got to tell you this was your best one yet. Thanks so much for all you do for those kids, and if any parent ever questions you after that presentation they need serious help.

You have always had such a great presence but I've got to tell you that tonight there was something about you, a glow, a fire, a something that I can not put into words that was beyond compare. You are such a gifted teacher, an amazing person, and someone that deserves nothing but the very BEST in all aspects of your life. Even Bobby said that there was something different about you tonight, besides looking more amazing then ever, he said there was something else he could not put his finger on. I then told him about the tough summer you had, and the new outlook you were going forward with. He said that when one door closes another door will open, and usually what awaits us on the other side of the door is usually the best thing for us. We just don't believe it at the time when that first door is hitting us in the butt. So anyway what we are trying to say is that we are glad that you are in our life, we have so much respect for you."

***************************

I don't know that I can ever thank her enough for saying that.

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That Monday night cast a shadow over my entire week. My appetite is off; I am exhausted but can't sleep (look at the time of this post); my mind is wandering and I am lacking the strength to veer it in the right direction. Wednesday's only just BEGUN and if yesterday was any indication of what things are like now, the kids are sensing my change and rolling right over me. Yesterday during recess one little boy got bitten on the bicep by a child from another class. It broke the skin so his mom came to pick him up and I was fine with that (unusual) because he was REALLY enjoying his new roll as boy-with-injury. Shortly afterward, they both show up at my door (JUST as I was kicking my good deep-south Poppleton accent into high gear during Lit time) and lo and behold, he wants to stay. Mom's fighting back tears; I'm trying to comfort her yet return to my story post haste; and he's savoring the moment. I'm telling you that boy walked around with his arm clutched to his chest like the walking wounded. You'd think he were a vet returning from war with a medical discharge the way he proceeded. Finally I told him his arm was going to hurt even MORE if he didn't relax it and let it hang the way it should rather than clutching it to his ribs as if he were wearing a sling. I have another little girl, all of 12 pounds herself, with a heavy plaster cast extending from just below her shoulder all the way over her knuckles, and she manages with less dramatic flair than this little neosporined thespian. I hope he's back to normal today. I need a LITTLE bit of normalcy wherever I can find it.

Frankly I hope I'M back to normal. I don't think sitting here at 2:50am is going to help, so I'm back to the SC for round 2.

♥e

Breathe Me

I am in love with this song.

I love the stops and starts, her breathing, the vulnerability and absolute opening that comes from her need. I get that.

I love how this ends...with a surprise; and how sometimes, in fleeting moments, we look alike. If you know me, look for it. I am running.

♥e

As her wings unfold, she schemes

As her wings unfold, she schemes... originally uploaded by EricasIsland.

I woke this morning breathing the chilled September air deep into my lungs, the rain slapping against the roof. I curled the duvet around my shoulders and over my neck, inhaling deeply. There are few things as sweet as a fall morning, my feet soft and warm under the down, my nose tingling. I rolled over and slid back into the warm spot, only my face happy for the cool cotton, and considered the day. It is not often that I want to start a day early; I usually prefer to linger and savor the morning from my island of bed, but today was different. The day was rife with possibilities, and everything seems to have fallen into place. Liz and I met up very early and ran fun errands, our arms aching from heavy surprise packages, and picked up lunch before heading to her house to make cookies. We played with Lucy, I went on to play with Sadie at my parents, sitting on the deck and throwing the frisbee for the little prancer. I saw mom's new artwork, asked for and acquired a perfect new leather-topped oak table for my studio, and headed home. There are cats chasing each other about, rustling among emptied bags and the scent of macintosh apples filling the house. I had some lovely conversation with Peach, with whom I'd like to be at Renegade this weekend...sometimes Chicago is SO close but so far...I'll live vicariously through her adventure there, but I am happy with my own right here. I am snuggled under a warm blanket again, happy for the Parrish-like sunset, and a whole fall Sunday wide open to whimsy.

♥e

you give me lo-o-o-o-ove and affection now...

I walked into my house tonight and not only was it perfectly chilled from wide-open windows, but it held the scent of cedar with a shade of male cologne...so much so that I looked around wondering if one had been here unbeknownst to me. I am so tired, yawning until my eyes tear, but I am so happy about being able to sleep in that it keeps me awake and happy.

I made the mistake of scouting out some things online and considered and reconsidered some men with whom I shared critical aspects of my life in the recent past. I peered into their present and started to smirk at the realization that my life has become so distant from theirs in so short a period of time, but then I remembered where I was and why they were critical at the time. I am better for the experience, even though the taste of it has soured slightly.

Screw it. I did what I needed to do and have no regrets. It's just amazing how life can change so quickly, sometimes imperceptibly but other times so radically that you almost don't recognize yourself from one month to the next. I recognize myself quite well these days. I remember emerging from the shell, and owe something quite large to those who held the egg that I was while I curiously tapped it from within. Though you are gone for now, I smile to think of you and that time... the two of you rescued me.

~*

I spent the afternoon and evening, deep into the night, at the most wonderful birthday party I can remember. I have a kindred heart-- a wonderful soulmate, an incarnation of the most loving, beautiful spirit, and she fits me joyfully. We curl up together like mother and daughter but she walks this world in her seven year old feet acting, talking, gesticulating, thinking, feeling, LOVING like I do. Tonight her mother said "I produced a mini you. She worships the goddess." We get each other, and I am SO grateful to have her in my life. I ♥ you, Bex.

~*

I need a vacation. Someone offer me one.

♥e

Ray LaMontagne - Trouble

This song is about me now.

Because I said so.

Just accept it.

Got those Monday blues

I got NOTHIN!

Oh, I sold a painting on Saturday, and finished a new one yesterday. The studio is almost completely renovated, and the downstairs is ALMOST finished and looking the way I want it.

Last night I was speaking with Peach as she geared up for a big night out. She needed a little shot of something and the next thing I know she tells me she's having a cosmo...then adds "from a box." I asked how the hell you get a cosmo from a box, but she said it comes pre-made and is pretty tasty and I ought to try it. I'm not the biggest fan of cosmos as it is, so I don't think a box is in my future. If I'm going to have something, it's going into a glass and I'm savoring it.

Nothing against my dear Peach and her juicebox cosmo...frankly, the whole thing gave me a sweet giggle.

♥e
(Bella Gnocca, to 1)