Curiosity

Like the song playing here says, in 6 words:

It takes courage to enjoy it.

Driving in October Sun

I was stunned by such beauty today. I try to look at things with fresh eyes which is essentially the thing (I think) that keeps me feeling young and alive. The bottom photo is something I see every day on my drive to work -- some days in rain (very romantic), sometimes in sun and it always looks inviting to me. It makes me want to walk the path and then discover a secret garden way beyond the trees...

Friends with nice surprises

Thanks to a friend who pinged me about it (thanks Brian), I watched a live broadcast of U2 at the Rose Bowl tonight. And it was sa-weeeeet!

opening with Breathe...

Every day I,
have to find the courage
to walk down
into the street,
with arms out
gotta’ love you can’t defeat
neither down or out
there's nothing you have
that I need,
I can breathe
Breathe now

I couldn't have said it any better

Messages of peace

I've recently checked out the sound of Fox Elipsus. In a similar vein as John Lennon, Elipsus claims to bring songs of peace. He is currently visiting my city.
http://www.elipsus.net/

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Them Crooked Vultures Announce Debut Album at Long Last

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What's in a name?

"That which we call a rose,
by any other name would smell as sweet"

Since more than one person has commented recently on my name (on this blog and elsewhere) I thought I would clarify. My birth name is Julia. My first family (parents, sisters) call me Julie which is not my preference at all but hey what ya gonna do? My co-workers call me Julia. My close friends call me Jules, Jule, Julia, J, J-ness, tini, tiny, foodie, word nerd and dork.

Oh and I also go by mama, mommy, mom and "God Mom" -- as in, "God Mom! Why can't I go? It's not fair!" : )

waiting for the light

The tea bag sticks to the side of my cup
and a kitty caresses my kneecap, happy
I am home
again.
The weather of the day - it can't decide
whether to be sunny or gray
still I feel a lightness of being
even without the warm promise of May
and the way in which a wet
tangerine colored leaf clings to my window
thinking it may get tossed to the wind
or if not
linger awhile there, waiting
for the sunlight to return

A poet is the shaman of the heart

I went to a poetry reading on Friday night and heard some very amazing work. Poets who put themselves out there with bravery thrill me...they are such gifts to the world. I enjoyed every second and felt that preciously fleeting but sweet inspiration. I'm going back soon and will read my own stuff too.

an excerpt from one (untitled) I heard Friday night:

...Winter melts, she shys away,
quiet like the silence a dying star makes.
I'm a jailbird to your music,
a criminal in your prayers,
I watch you when you're sleeping
even when you're not there...

-- C. Reiss

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean -
holding the curve of one position
counting an endless repetition

Robert Frost

Crumbs

And you speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able
I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table