The Trick Is To Dive Deep And Swell High

I could live this life
The one in which I travel the globe and write
Taking in all that I see and feel based on my surroundings

Don't make me explain

Keep me close to your heart
Closer than blood
Feeling my veins and cells in this heat
The heat that brings out the truth
As it has been frozen all Winter
Winter standing on the drawbridge of my aorta
Deciding when and how to release these dirty nostaglias
Take me to Coney Island
Keep in your pocket my baby teeth
To remind you of who I once was
And just how far I have come
Now that the canines have grown in

Don't make me explain

Sometimes I think that you have all the answers
But you don't
You are just as lost and fumbling as I

To liken it all to an aging process
First comes beautiful, careless youth
Then comes wicked, unabashed, lustful adolescence
Then the settling of the heart
Soon, your breasts hang like a woman's
And the laugh lines around your eyes don't disappear after your smile drops
Falling in and out of love becomes a process in which is shadowed
Rather than over exposed under the spotlight of your heart
Wisdom in knowing the way things will probably go
Is comforting in your holster
Aside your sure shot

You learn that what you have is paper wings
And trying to hover too close to the sun
Is a futile exercise
Is a futile exercise

The trick is to dive deep and swell high
The trick is to dive deep and swell high

Isn't that always the way?
You start out with one thought
And end up
In a completely different place....

In a completely different place....

Let it happen
Let me figure it out
Let me figure me out...
Let me figure me in.

Spring Is Calling My Name.....9 Times

1. Acne: Sunglasses
2. Alexander Wang: Stretch Leather Jeans
3 & 4. Acne: Scarves
5. Louis Vuitton: Mary Janes - these are from the 2013 collection......but these ones are just as fierce
6. Lanvin: Oracle Cuff
7. Etsy: Medieval Patchwork Vest
8. One Teaspoon: Things Change Ring
9. Cecil Grant: I Wonder

So, this lil baby took me a while to procure.  The layout and vibe went through a few different layouts.  I think I'm happy with this one.

Spring is just around the corner, lovers.  The sweet sun is on the wings of soon.

Monday evenings feel good.  Today.

Jeffrey Campbell's Wander Away

I became fixated with this look book while I was sourcing for my next blog post......the Pink Lady is divine.  The shoes she's modelling are BANK.

Slow It Down

I feel her filth in my bones
Wash off my hands til it’s gone
The walls they’re closin' in
With velvet curtains

Some love was made for the lights
Some kiss your cheek and goodnight
Lift up a red high heel
Lock up your doors with steel

They’re makin' noise in my street
My blinds are drawn I can’t see
Smashed in my car window
Didn’t touch the stereo

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed
Rest your arms, and rest your legs

Act like you’ve been here before
Smile less and dress up some more
Tie up your scarf real tight
These boys are out for blood tonight

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed
Rest your arms, and rest your legs

And when she stood she stood tall
She’ll make a fool of you all
Don’t ask for cigarettes
She ain’t got nothin' left for you

I never, she never, we never looked back
That wasn’t what we were good at
And when it came to love
We were not good enough

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed
Rest your arms, and rest your legs
Don’t you frown when you’re feelin' like that
Only love can dig you out of this

- Slow It Down ~ The Lumineers

The thing about life change
Is that you always leave something behind
Some good things
And some bad
The excitement of something new is like a ferris wheel
At times so high every little thing seems small
At times so low you could reach out and pull every little thing inside with no room for yourself
Believing the bad
Instead of hoping for the best
Disregarding the advisory lines on the road
Letting go of the wheel
All the while, your blatant insecurities are steering you off the paved path
Which only leads to ruts, broken axls and flats

Although I have been here before
Every time, it feels like the first
My chest tightens
My hands turn into fists
My stomach flip flops like a rainbow trout on the shore
Scared
That the water is too far
That something as easy as breathing
Got taken for granted

Prognosis: the likely course will be both devastating and inspiring
Cure: none, but one day at a time feels like wrapping sweet lavender throughout my coral ribs
Letting the tension go cannot be quantified or defined
But choosing to surround myself with love rather than judgement
Slows the speed down
Enough
So I can read the signs
Better

Resting my exhausted heart
Is as good as it's gonna get, for now
Clean laundry, good company and one foot in front of the other
Reminding myself to not be so hard on me
I love with my heart
And speak on the wind of always
Offering what I can and mostly what I shouldn't
But do anyways
Cause that's how I roll

So, me and the universe, today
We be vibing
Which is enough
Cause, tomorrow is tomorrow
And today is

Hair WANT

Future hair WANT!!!  Just a little more blonde......

Lazy Sunday

Sunday
I sleep in
I get a coffee
I feel renewed by the cold outside
I feel warmth from the sun that shines
Making the ground
Icy
Bra-less
Plan-less
Thought
Full

Inside the Albertan borders
Comes plans
Hatching
And still tiny beads of sweat on my forehead
Drip
Procure
The harness of my fear

New landscape
Of which my eyes adjust
Daily

Acclimatize 

Bare-chested
I fight myself to open myself
To strangers
To new experiences
Tiny circles become bigger
My resistance becomes less and less
My grip becomes more relaxed
Until my grip
Is no longer gripping
Until it is hands open
To allow yours in mine
We share
We negociate
Boundaries
We negociate
Needs and wants
For a better tomorrow
For a clearer understanding of each other

Mercy
Mercy
Me

Crave
and
Covet
This day
This hour
This moment
For all that has passed
Is past
And all that is future
Matters not
Be true
For truth is singular
Not plural

Little Bird

Little bird I am
Flitting and fleeting
One sudden move and I'm off
Into the sky
To perch atop a tree
Observing what interactions of quality look like
Circling that which may please my eye
Hovering over a warm breeze

Until you see who I really am
I will sing my swansong into the wind
She will carry the love I breathe
With care
And contentment

You and I are separated
No need to further divide
Let us join in our communal struggle