My last post was in November?!?!

[expletive]. A sorry excuse for a writer, eh? There's little sense in trying to encapsulate four months in a single blog post, so- let's just pretend that the lapse never happened. Okay? Okay. I'm wanting to re-structure the blogging, anyway, so....

I guess we'll see where it goes from here.

I don't have much in the way of creative juices left for the day- but I thought I'd share the song I wrote this morning. {I'm still not recording, as I have yet to best those ghosts, so here's to imagination and you using yours!}

If only

G / Cmin / G/ Cmin

There is a sunrise waiting/

Just past the far horizon/

I grow so sick of faking;/

It’s time to move along//

Will you wait for me to/

Swim on out to you?/

You’re drifting in the bay/

Caressed by ocean, blue.//

We sail away, if only/

In our dreams/

We sail away, if only/

If only, if only, if only, if only//

The northern wastes are frozen/

And so with weathered souls/

We take to trekking slowly/

Through each wall of snow//

It doesn’t matter that we/

Cannot see our destinies;/

They pull like gravity/

They drop us to our knees.//

We sail away, if only/

In our dreams;/

We sail away, if only/

If only, if only, if only, if only.//

Put the kettle on, and/

We’ll find refuge/

In each other’s arms/

As I kiss you…//

We sail away if only/

In our dreams;/

We sail away, if only/

If only….//

Viens avec moi?

xx 

|widdershins|

“I’ll come back. We’ll finish this.”

They both knew she wouldn’t.

“Go. You’re late,” he whispered.

(day two hundred and eighty-seven)

Word of the Day: widdershins

-in a left-handed, wrong or contrary direction;

counterclockwise.

Song of the Day

As the weather takes a turn for the bitter nip and bite of winter, my musical taste retreats to where it feels most at home. Acoustic, folksy tunes with home on every breath- there’s something distinctly winter to them, I think. The Be Good Tanyas, a group I’ve admittedly never listened to in my life before today, is fantastically worthy of the share- enjoy.

Tea, tobacco and toska. That’s my morning. And a list the size of Timbuktu. It’s been another rash of weeks since I’ve blogged, and know that in a small, particular way, I hate myself for it. It’s going to become a daily thing again, I’m certain of it.

I read a status update requesting fashion immediate fashion advice: Scarves on men? This reads (to me) as a no-brainer; a strong, resounding YES. But of course scarves belong on men. The gender neutral accessory often looks best on the male figure, if paired correctly. I’ll share my response to the gentleman’s query, as well: “I’m wearing one with my cotton, combat styled jacket, layered or not.” The look is a half classic, half modern staple. Men, the trick to wearing a scarf is quite simple- wrap it loosely about your neck and forget about it; it’s most often the fidgeting and tailoring of the look that ruins it. Note: keeping the scarves lighter makes for easier pairing and layering. Try something like this.

I’m starting a second blog. –pause for collective sigh-

I know. Because I’m sooo good at writing on this one, right?

This new one is geared a touch differently. It’s a food blog. Because I love to cook, and generate a number of unique recipes and the like, I thought it might be a good way to share my culinary insights. I’ll post more as I get it together, I’m sure.

Viens avec moi?

xx

|throw-away things|

The metaphorical heart

is a throw-away thing,

crafted by hopeful hands

out of paper-mache and Elmer’s;

any second-grade kid

can tell you that

both are edible,

and easily replaceable.

(day two hundred and sixty-nine)

Word of the Day: insipid

Lacking flavor or zest; not tasty.

Lacking qualities that excite, stimulate,

or interest; dull.

Song of the Day

I haven’t listened to Jamie T in ages- so when I found myself singing their songs this morning, I immediately ran to my computer to set them to filling the air. This particular song is one that I feel really captures the full character of the group. Enjoy.

Listening to Jamie T isn’t the only thing I haven’t done in ages. I also haven’t blogged. What’s up with that? Well, you know. Life. The last couple of months have been marvelously, terribly tumultuous. I’ve been neglecting multiple people, and been neglected by multiple people. Things have gotten lost in the shuffle. I’m one of those things. Slowly pulling it back together; or at least, I hope I am.

Some of the news from the last couple of months:

                I’m in Meridian now, thanks to a very dear friend’s hospitality.

                I’m working out nearly every bloody morning. Not even remotely half-assed, either.

                Single, Taken, Single? I don’t even know wtf anymore.

                Multiple auditions- didn’t win any of them, but glad to have had the chance.

                Working at The Haunted World. Pretty damned cool, most days.

                Tutoring again, even though I swore I never would. Funny how that works.

                Fast friendships, fading friendships, fallen friendships…

                A severe, unprecedented interest in parkour? Yes.

Listening to Now

Bear with me whilst I pull it together, would you kindly?

Viens avec moi?

xx

-of gods-

Walk into the darkest place

And be thee not afraid,

For fear is fleeting, and this is

How immortality is made.

(day two hundred and forty-five)

Word of the Day: estival

-belonging to or appearing in summer.

Song of the Day

I adore this song is its original form, so it’s easy to imagine that I’d enjoy the remixed version, no? Edward Sharpe’s Home, remixed by Whole-Z.

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Time has a habit of getting away from you, and a habit of catching back up with you at the most inconvenient moments. Not that this is an inconvenient moment, really…

I’m finally out of Nampa. Saying that is like the first breath after a near drowning; rapturous. Firstly, I have one hell of an amasing friend. Secondly, I’ve been all over the map, both physically and emotionally (hell, mentally as well).

Things are coming together, if in a slow, methodical, patch-work sort of way.

So this is me, finding my feet once again. Hello World. It’s been too long.

Xx

Adonais

|standing in the downpour|

Never have I felt a thunder more fiercely,

never caressed by fingers more fitting,

than this rain that swims down upon me,

as two million odd minnows might,

as though caught they up in a fright,

and with a tumble-snap-crack of the sky,

re-releasing sunlight;

it cuts softly and smoothly,

crashing through seas of water and air

as a ship cutting waves, as

skin, bare on bare.

She awakens me, not lightly,

yet free from disdain-

never have I known

love greater than rain.

(day two hundred and nineteen)

Word of the Day: itinerant

Adj.- Traveling from place to place, especially to perform work or a duty.

Noun – One who travels from place to place.

Song of the Day

This song has really stuck with me this weekend. Graduation by Gemini. Enjoy.

I’ve been learning about hair product and styling over the course of this last week. I figure that if I’m going to keep a mess of hair, it’s a matter of responsibility to learn how to properly care for and manage it. There are two additions to the wish-list today, both are hair product, both are needed, and both are cheap. Crazy, no?

What I'm Listening to Now

Things have been slightly turbulent of late, and I’ve not been on top of my writing game. Well, truth be told, I’ve not been on top of any game.  That will change soon enough.

I’ve finally finished writing the 101/1001 list; now I can focus on getting things accomplished. Sixteen are finished. I’m a little behind the time-clock, I fear. Time to kick it into gear.

Also, plans for this week have yet to be cast in stone, but they shall be within the next 24 hours. If you have any want to be a part of my week, call or text me.

Until tomorrow,

xx