The Starbucks adventure and Mr Inspiration

No secret, I am addicted, well, yea... I mean that's what the gold card in my wallet means right?  LOL.  I won't tell you how long it took to earn, only that I earned it relativly quickly. 

So last night began with my best asking for Starbucks... and my adventure continued through this afternoon, when YUP, yup, you guested it another Starbucks detour was involved! 

Had an opportunity to involve some bodywork too (giving a massage).  It was rather spontaneous.  But I am always amazed when a body responds to touch, muscles relax and healing start.  Humbled to be in the midst and help facilitate such events.  Yea, I know I went to school for it.  Studied like mad for my certifications... Passed with flying colors.  But still I am amazed that something as simple as touch can do so many things. 

Spending time with those whom inspire me is phenominal.  Just to be in the presence of someone who can creativly (so to speak) turn you on is awesome.  My muse is awake.  Lots of stuff to ponder many avenues to explore.  Senses are all on edge, ready to go.  Ready to take on a new adventures.


With that I am gonna thank "Mr Inspiration" for stirring my creativity and arousing the muse too.  There will be some poetry posted, debating about seperating the blog into two parts, it still may happen.... the updates vs the poetry.  There will be some stuff I dig out of the woodwork too.  But it all is me, raw, and I am ready to be vunerable if just a bit. 

With that grateful heart and a graceful smile I proceed!  

It's all just "stuff"

Challenged to pull out poetry.  So, I am digging through things today, writing, and pulling out pieces here and there.  Still keeping up on the character stuff.  Out of left field crap comes in.  DANG.  There are always haters out there, shrugs.  Oh well. 

On to the positive.  Much much better that way. 

Digging out the poetry and the depths of Mael, are very much the same mood.  Kinda melancholy, a bit nostalgic.  LOL.  The mood, maybe its the weather a bit too.  But I am inspired.  Writing styles and all and its been a bit since I have posted any poems.  So there will be a few posted after, or if you are reading this one listed above it, as the most recent entry posts last. 

Enjoy, they are gonna be randomly listed.  Some of them are dark... feedback on any of them is always welcome.

the well runs deep.

some of the stuff i have posted as far as poetry is concerned is old stuff... some new, that's the beauty of it really.  it just needs a home... that home is here.  its real.  all of it 100% those are my feelings, thoughts, what nots... all spewed before you.  these "notes in between" unless otherwise stated are now.... 

inorder to move forward you must know where you've  been.  yea.  i had some problems in the past.  a  horrific relationship.  i refuse to play that victim card.  shit happens you move through it, it makes you part of who you are.  no pitty parties here, at least not life long ones.  deal with the cards.  make the most of those lemons, hell throw them back at people!  where i was going, before that tangent was... sometimes inorder to appreciate the water, it helps to see how deep the well runs.  so this is some of the past... some of the present and a huge dream for the future. 

challange accepted.  posted.  i will try and keep as much of these as public as i can.  its tough... always wondering if there is someone looking over my shoulder.  i am stepping out of those shadows, as much as i can.  hell even writing this blog was a huge step for me.  ever fearful of someone's critism, critiqes... but i have to be honest.  i have to live my life too!

on another note after a whole day immersed in the writing/creative process.... i am spent!  filled out a bunch of questions about my characters.  thank goodness for google documents!  every once in awhile i have a moment of genuis.  yup, good idea, thinking most of the hard copies were left in oregon.  :(  that just stinks.  i still had probably 85% of it and together with the bookmarks i worked this morning, i found most of my research.  kudos.  it paid to take that mexican american history classes, well both, and do all those assignments... (i know prof. peralta).  i cannot get much into each character, or atleast not right now, brain is mush!  enjoyed being exhausted this way, can't quite see straight, so its probaly time to stop the writing at this point.  ttyl-