i_i_i Lady Lightness and it all begins and goes and time slows down and time speeds up. i get ready for work, i get myself to work, i return home from work. i scrub the dirty walls of my home. i ride my rusty bike to the store for kombucha and avocados, cashew bars and papaya. i live with people who smoke every night. i sleep in a lofted bed. i fit in my clothes. i dance in the mirror, i gyrate. i am slowly falling into a relationship. i go dancing with him. i snuggle with him. i eat meals with him. i talk and share and laugh with him. i meditate in the sunshine. i worry about my future. i have dreams about my friends and exs. i miss my best friend while she travels abroad. i notice how my emotions and energy changes with my menstral cycle. i relearn spanish. i read tuesdays_with_morrie and cry and vibrate with being alive. i miss sexual union. i miss the playa. i miss heidi. i miss nothing. i practice pranayama breathing. i do sun salutations. i let go of my ego and serve others. i treat celebrities like i would anyone else. i treat janitors with smiles. i pick flowers and put them on random car windshields. i care for everyone. i come home from work too wired to sleep, too wired to focus to create. i hulahoop in the front yard. i trade massages. i yank the hand of the cook away from my waist where he has pinched it and say do not touch me here again in spanish. i make major mistakes and still get tips. i dream of being a teacher, a counselor, a social worker, a yoga instructor, a healer. i am rarely alone. i walk to the ocean and watch the birds and the sky. i close my eyes and can still be forever at rama's bungalow in the late afternoon in pai. i distrust my father and keep my distance. i watch myself cycle in and out of old patterns, ways of thinking or behaving. i drum. i give mindblowing bjs. i cannot believe i am back here and am who i am. and it all begins and goes and time slows down and time speeds up. 070328 ... . . 181211 ... Im high on believing that youre in love with me Im_hooked_on_a_feeling 181211 what's it to you? who go blather from