Sunday, January 23, 2011
what's your passion?
last night i was at a bar in my neighborhood checking out some local musicians. the bar was slammed, the air was charged with great sounds and the effect of so many people together in one room. a woman leaned in close and asked me if i knew the name of the band playing at the moment... i did not. she was wearing a medicine pouch around her neck, spilled her crystals and shared them with us. she asked after my passion....creation. the soul shaking down the guts...
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oh girl... i love you, my psychic friend. i went looking for you today in the fog of pdx memories... i walk the beach daily, glad not to be in the city: concrete is so hard. sand is soft and the ocean lulls...
ReplyDeletemiss your pretty face, your chimes of laughter.
xoxoxo infinity.