dream-maker, pas me not!

what do you do when sleep evades?  why, blog of course.  it's making me feel crazy, this sleep-not thing. ok, i admit to a bit of obsessing here.  the mind, i witness, is not shutting down like i asked it to hours ago.  the bitch is bitching away.  meditation?  i'm trying!  (but, yoda says, "try not. do or do not. there is no try")  right now, bitch is saying, "shut the f..k up".  to whom?  not to yoda!  you nev'ah diss yoda!  i miss my zen-mind. where did she go?  

my puppy snores his lovely peaceful innocent little snores of one who gives a hoot about anything but his toys, bones, and food.  oh, and chasing squirrels, and watching me.  he watches my every move (when he's awake) as if to see that i might be doing something interesting.  well, good luck, puppy-little.  it's a sad state of affairs when one worries about boring one's devoted dog. oy!  anyway, he sleeps and i do not.  envy and whining begin to take over.

when sleep (even the word has a ssimple sslippery sound to it) ... when sleep finally comes to visit, and the mind ceases the monkey-stuff ... how deliciously slippery it does feel.  it's like sliding into something floaty and light.  best of all is when dreams come to visit.  they show up like a tease usually when it's getting close to waking time.  speaking of waking time ... i've got about two and a half hours until the light comes insisting through my window.  come on monkeys, let's take a break and let the dreams commence.  please? and thank you!

politics, hope, & cha cha cha

i'm feeling a little raw-nervy tonight. 

important things are going on in the world. 

such as the happenings in pennsylvania. 

i've got my choice, 

certainly certain of my choice, 

for our next commander in chief 

(sounds powerful, doesn't it?). 

but, i'm not here to politic or campaign. 

the media has been hammering down those tracks for months with more details than one could ever ... 

i'll leave that to them.  

there are choices that are best held as close 

as your hand of cards.

it's just that this is an important day ... being earth day, and all the above stuff. 

on a more universal level, tonight there are millions of 

collective prayers being intended for world peace. 

the changes in the air are so heavily apparent that my skin even knows it.  

not that one can exactly google a list of what those shifts are that are occurring -  

if you're at all in alignment with your environment, 

you just know somethin's up. 

for me, it all feels good and right and timely. there's hope going on, 

and i don't think it's seen just thru my rosey glasses. 

still, tonight has me feeling a little anticipatory about the possibilities

that the outcome will bring when they are revealed in every morning's sunrise. 

some things, most, just cannot sustain as they are. 

change is going to happen despite the desires of those who do not tread softly, 

and of those who's wing-tips be souled with sharp spikes and cement heels.

the collective peace prayer intenders will see to that, i think.

ok, i've gotta go ... maybe one more peep at cnn and check the numbers

before lights out. meanwhile, and higher on the priority list --- 

it's elimination night on dancing with the stars.  

Out in the open ... or, you gotta start somewhere

It's time to fess up to living in the closet with my "bloggette". What does it entail, I wonder, in order to claim oneself real blogger?  Whatever the rules, my feeling is that you gotta start somewhere, and maybe start yet again.

I've dozens of partially filled journals, pages with photos dragged into Mac's "Pages" about Mi Mama, down-home, road trips, and writer's block. There are countless bits of paper around my house and purse, scribbled with accounts of ideas, adventures, dreams, some poetry and heartbreak. The later two usually squeezed themselves out when, in my youth, spewing passion and drama offered some form of release. Not to worry, I'll spare you those. (oops, I lied) Then again, maybe I won't spare those bits. Maybe the spewing will take on a life of it's own and spew away.

Then, there are some "little articles", or vignettes ('cause I love saying the word), and daydreams which are mainly based on hopeful facts, and lots of perceived magic. 

I see magic everywhere. Especially on long strolls with my dog, "Little-Little".  He's a powerhouse --- all 7 1/2 pounds of curiosity and machismo. He came into my life to heal my heart, and to teach me ... many things. And, to let me love him. I'll have more to say about all that another time. Two enormous gifts, among the many he brings, are joy and innocence. 

As I settle in here and become familiar with the "how-to'" of blogging and posting, I look forward to gathering some of those scribbled bits and pieces and pull myself together all in one basket.  

Hooray!  That squeaky closet door has cracked itself open.