…As his guitar gently cuts the substratosphere

The Edge: a great guitarist who graces the stages of the world in our time.
And he even wears my favorite number! What a dude.

May I dare get a bit maudlin for a moment? Well of course I can, this is my blog dammit.

I can actually cry when I listen to U2 - the energy that they emit is inspiring and compelling. After all, I have grown up with them. There are 20 years of memories rolled up in their discography and a lot of the mental pictures that their music evokes are wrapped around days and nights that transformed me from a girl into a woman. It was the coolest to have seen them on their previous tour, especially with my best friend.

The Edge is the lifeblood, Bono is the quintessential spirit, Larry is the backbone and Adam is the harmonic balance.

OK, I'm done gushing for now...but let me just say that September 25 is on my mind.

Thinking, breathing, living outloud

Colours swimming in your dish sing to your palette
You discover forgotten money in your pocket
and your spirit dances steps in the rain
when others dash the drops
Words come ashore to your warm blanket in the sun
Ice cream dreams of movement parachute auspiciously to
your secret place
Your reach on ivory opens windows to azure pastures
and a laugh from the child next door stirs up the soup in your soul

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Poets are...
the veins of the world,
signal messengers to the millions
truth-tellers of the best kept secrets,
and some of the worst ones
Poets are word-rhythm dancers to the beat of
under-represented populations

It's never too late

Dylan in his prime.


At times, because of the way the world works and the emphasis on being a "young 20 something", I think that I have already passed my prime. Then I stop that and turn it around. "Absolutely not. No way!" is what I proclaim. "There are so many things that I need to accomplish yet and so many souls on earth I still must meet."

The good news is the best is yet to be. It is a fact that Julia Child wrote her first best-seller at 49; Harry Truman was first elected to the Senate at 50; Paul Cezanne didn't have a major exhibition until he was 65; and Nelson Mandela became president of South Africa at 75.


An author by the name of Veronique Vienne said, "Remember that late is in fact never too late"


-Julia

Feeding my soul

Today I will feed my soul with words from within a place inside me that has sacrificed so much, especially this year. I will also do my yoga and sit quietly somewhere. All week I have felt a quiet but present despair. It is that feeling when you know you have driven back and forth from work and home, but the memory of the drive is blank. It is due to being programmed to make that trip - day in and day out - day after day after day. Nothing changes and nothing exciting happens. Before I know it, I will be an old women who had wanted to realize a dream but I was busy working my life away to line someone's pockets more than my own.



I know that when there is a sense of betrayal - my being uncentered with unexplained blue funk - that taking time out from the hectic, creativity-eating world, is due. I will say no to the boss, phones, business e-mail, crowds of suits who don't give a damn and demanding offspring. I am in solitude today with my words.



Today will be dedicated to the spirit who wishes to write morning pages, poetry and a short story in the company of sleepy cats.



How I wish I could do this every day. I believe it is what I was put here on earth to do.