Things seem clearer in the silver light of the extraordinary - Harlan Ellison

Michael Been passed away yesterday. Of The Call - such iconic music that led me through my revolution...

And the walls came down...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kX8lqXAONg

makes me happy:
http://www.rosannecash.com/

So I was not at my best, sad, had the world sitting heavy and dark on my back and had to work most of the weekend, worried about getting a job after June 1st, bla, bla, bla...

so I am grateful that I pushed myself.
1) I had the best yoga class this morning - I am so glad I got myself up and out the door. It was glorious.
2) The balconies looked pretty ghetto - got the husband unit to help clear them both off, swept, repotted, trimmed, weeded, rearranged and now they are decent to hang out on. Well, as decent as you can get
in El Sereno.
3) Cat Stevens. I just started cranking up a bunch of old music I have not listened to in a long time. Rickie Lee Jones. Dr. John. The Rolling Stones. Iggy Pop. Elvis Costello. Keb Mo. Joe Strummer.

Happy Sunday, all.


I"I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or
catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit." (thank you Ruthie for this!)

I treated myself:
http://www.redfloorrecords.com/HereIsWhatIs.htm

Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the maker

I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
Jean baptiste
walking to me with the maker

My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous leaps
I can't work the fields of abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the eyes of the maker

Brother john
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker

oh river rise from your sleep