Boxcar Children

Between "Halfway Home" by Jason Mraz and the video for "World Hold On" by Bob Sinclair featuring Steve Edwards, I've lubricated my eyes for the evening. My laptop time says 11:13pm, but it's already past 1am here in Pensacola. Just slightly above the sound of the wall heater I can hear the wheels of the train along the railing; a rallying railing call. It's wind taking me back home away from the South. It's calling out to me not to forget this place. I don't want to forget this place.

Earlier today I was happy knowing that I would be home soon. Right now I'm sad to know I'm leaving. Isn't this always the way with Lanny?


"la la la la la la la life......is meaningful......"
j.mraz

sitting at jerry's

The woman next to us is talking about her grandson, the lottery and the cute priests at mass.

Pcola, Better than Coke

I've been here less than 24 hours and I've found my way to the laundry mat. There was a sign that we passed on the street that showed where the dog races were. It was like any other traffic sign one might see on the road except I had never seen anything like that. I'll email it from the phone.

No Menace To Me

"If I cannot bring you comfort....then at least I bring you hope...."
-from the movie TOYS, "The Closing of the Year"

I had a good Tuesday as opposed to a Good Friday. (And I didn't have to give anything up for Lent) Silly humans.

Charlie sparked something in jest that got me thinking a lot yesterday about how I interact with guys on an intimate level regardless of their place in my life. (i.e. a boyfriend versus a brand new face) I approach them both in the same way. I wouldn't want it any other way. I found it hard to explain to Charlie but while chatting with Jorge about it he completely understood. Experience sometimes is the only teacher. There is some quality of being able to bring out in others that which would not normally be shown or shared. The more I ponder on this....the more it intrigues me as I have never really thought to analyze what goes on in those moments.

I've only breathed them; savored them.

The Tortoise & This Hair

Two competing ideas race; one believes in self preservation and the other in expressions of honesty at all costs. Sometimes I don't say things because I know the outcome will result in putting my heart on my sleeve for someone unworthy to stab at it. Sometimes I repeat a pattern in spite of knowing I'll get stabbed because it is important for people to know that they are loved even if they cannot return it.

We're only Science...

As children all we have is time and the most important thing to us is our friends. Somewhere in the middle until we're in the retirement home where we sit around all day with our friends again we lose our way..... Maybe we don't lose our way. Perhaps we all have to journey off to find out what else is out in the world in order to truly appreciate what we had all along.

I'm finding that I'm writing less and less...not only what is public, but also in my private journals. Is that because I am so content with what I am learning or because I have withdrawn so much? I won't know the answer until I alter my daily routine. So traveling I being to do on a small scale.

I feel good. I feel a part of me I haven't felt in a long time.

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