This song is always on my heart. Brings me up. Fills me with joy, strength, and hope.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
This morning as the suns coming up, my cup o coffee finds itself leaning over the edge of the Edmonds ferry. The sound is calm. Sea lions playfully popping up their heads from the deep for a breath of clean cool air. They're saying hello to me. Looking at me straight in the eyes so innocent almost as if they know what I need. I wave out to their familiar charm, "good morning Lenerd!"
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Therefore what must be done today is a visual, animated collage of life through my eyes.
I will begin to begin.
A cup of vivace, a vegan blueberry scone, a man wheeling his walker down the middle of the street, a girl jumping the white lines of the cross walk on one leg while the other is bound up in a cast, a junkie buying dog food, construction foreman driving a $115K Mercedes to the jobsite, coffee drinkers soaking the sunlight being sure not to show too much affection for it, people from Alaska, Arizona, Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, 8am shopping girls, 2 man lovers hiding in the brush kissing in secret, Julia's on Broadway, a beautiful huge head of African hair bouncing down the block, jet planes blasting through the rain clouds, photographers shooting lamp posts, well-dressed buskers doing magic, hundreds of backpacks, a pile of free couches, one man already passed went home changed clothes and walked past the other direction, some leaves blowin in the wind, people blowing smoke, dogs on chains, preschoolers on leashes, multi-colored facial expressions, a Japanese musician playing that dreamy instrument I can't remember the name of, young singles courting during lunch dates, new David Byrne songs, melting snow, mountain caps of sunlight, woman on a cigarette break leaning one leg against a street lamp, a crumpet shop, the falafel king, tourists of all shapes, sizes, colors and smells, sunlight! on the east side of the street, maps of all kinds, the green tortoise, a van full of old crippled men being unloaded at the Showgirls club, skinny cyclists, flower venders, fruit venders, new summer hats, fresh newspapers, sellers, talkers so high it makes you nervous just thinking about their come down, the smells of salty ocean water, coffe grounds, pandoori spice, onions, garlic, marajuana, cumin, curry, gasoline and oil, fresh fish on ice, flowers in bloom, diesel engines, roasting nuts, clouds and sun. Yes, clouds have a scent, and the smell of the sun is like jasmin and white wine.
The green grass is growing tall in the Spring, cool and a little damp on your back and the sun is warm and hot on your skin, couple a Life O Reilly's taking the afternoon in the meadow grass laying on their bellies and backs, the sun is glowing on people, the mood is high, bright, hopeful, light, streets are busy all day, music is somewhere in everything, boats on stilts, houses balancing on tree limbs overlooking 300 ft deep gorges, water taxis, 400ft steal boats carrying 500 tons of cars floating over the ocean surface in the middle of the night.
I will begin to begin.
A cup of vivace, a vegan blueberry scone, a man wheeling his walker down the middle of the street, a girl jumping the white lines of the cross walk on one leg while the other is bound up in a cast, a junkie buying dog food, construction foreman driving a $115K Mercedes to the jobsite, coffee drinkers soaking the sunlight being sure not to show too much affection for it, people from Alaska, Arizona, Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, 8am shopping girls, 2 man lovers hiding in the brush kissing in secret, Julia's on Broadway, a beautiful huge head of African hair bouncing down the block, jet planes blasting through the rain clouds, photographers shooting lamp posts, well-dressed buskers doing magic, hundreds of backpacks, a pile of free couches, one man already passed went home changed clothes and walked past the other direction, some leaves blowin in the wind, people blowing smoke, dogs on chains, preschoolers on leashes, multi-colored facial expressions, a Japanese musician playing that dreamy instrument I can't remember the name of, young singles courting during lunch dates, new David Byrne songs, melting snow, mountain caps of sunlight, woman on a cigarette break leaning one leg against a street lamp, a crumpet shop, the falafel king, tourists of all shapes, sizes, colors and smells, sunlight! on the east side of the street, maps of all kinds, the green tortoise, a van full of old crippled men being unloaded at the Showgirls club, skinny cyclists, flower venders, fruit venders, new summer hats, fresh newspapers, sellers, talkers so high it makes you nervous just thinking about their come down, the smells of salty ocean water, coffe grounds, pandoori spice, onions, garlic, marajuana, cumin, curry, gasoline and oil, fresh fish on ice, flowers in bloom, diesel engines, roasting nuts, clouds and sun. Yes, clouds have a scent, and the smell of the sun is like jasmin and white wine.
The green grass is growing tall in the Spring, cool and a little damp on your back and the sun is warm and hot on your skin, couple a Life O Reilly's taking the afternoon in the meadow grass laying on their bellies and backs, the sun is glowing on people, the mood is high, bright, hopeful, light, streets are busy all day, music is somewhere in everything, boats on stilts, houses balancing on tree limbs overlooking 300 ft deep gorges, water taxis, 400ft steal boats carrying 500 tons of cars floating over the ocean surface in the middle of the night.
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