I wave a wand (my

I wave a wand (my arm) to make Randy's family calm, to have my Nathan continue his path and to bring me closer to grandma's arms.

Murrieta Sundays

 
  

Rainy Disney, Beautiful Times

  

Birds are chirping all around

Birds are chirping all around this walk of mine. And they stopped as I typed this. Wind.

Body-Body

For several days now I've been trying to find a song and all the person can tell me about it is that it has some lyrics that go, "Move your body, move your body." I think I've downloaded about 15 versions of songs I know that are not it.

Sadly, I know I've heard the song but have no idea of the artist or title and I also do not know any more words. :-(

I also had quite the energizing weekend but haven't made time to write about it and don't think it will happen any time soon.

Madonna at music festival.

Madonna at music festival.

Convo w/Charles

"Hope turns to reality when action is fortified."
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Decompressing

I often type in the position that I'm in. My weight is supported by my left elbow. I'm resting on my left hip. My knees are bent and my body is in this twisted position. I can't say that it's the most comfortable or easiest to type in, but I find myself like this all the same.

I just walked in the door and stripped off the wet clothing. Humberto came home from San Diego and we went out to Boy's Room. We met up with his friend, Rick. Guy met up shortly after we arrived. Justin was there with John. I was so hyper on the drive over there. I saw the crescent moon clinging so closely to the horizon so I used my phone to text in the prior entry of "Crescently Close."

I wrote a letter to Marthalee during a break at work.

Mario wants to hang out tomorrow night. I haven't seen him since last Summer it seems. There might have been a dinner during the Fall when Ken and I were still doing Wednesday night dinners. I think we might hang out with Sebastian in WeHo. We live 10 minutes from each other yet never spend any time doing anything. He might as well be a relative. Haha.

4am. I think it's time to sleep. Where will I be in 30 minutes?

Crescent ly close

Crescent ly close

That Next Place

Sunlight is in my eyes. Shadow lines and bright strips through the blinded window. If I stare long enough, there's an extra amount of moisture that fills the curves like I'm going to cry, but it's just physiology. I'm actually smiling.

I wrote a letter to Eddy today on my lunch break. I had an instinct that I would probably get one in the mail when I got home and sure enough I did. I think the Navy is having the desired effect on him. In a way, it feels like watching a birth; knowing someone such a short time in their evolution. It forces one to look in the mirror. And I do.

Rey and I exchanged IM's yesterday for the first time in a while. It meant something to me. Enough to put it down to words now. A lot of such "meanings" are being felt lately. I think I'm searching for them. I'm tired of sitting on the sideline of my own life. Tired may not be the word really... or maybe tired, but not of sitting, of feeling paralyzed to move and just watch.

Jason is on his way here so that we can play tennis. I'm glad to play; to move. It will be cold even with me sweating. Blue six beats, blue skies turning in and I'm so glad that my blues are beginning to see greens and yellows.

Sun is down below the neighbor's roof now. The rooftop has that sun-setting aura about it. I quickly think a fleeting thought. I wonder if that desire I had as a little boy to sacrifice myself so that the world could live in peace is what slowly unravels me in space and time---causes me a fair amount of my own pain. Psycho babble says this is a way of not taking responsibility for my choices, but I do. I know the doors I have opened and closed. I know the beds I have made, slept in, jumped on and left.

So yea, I'm smiling because I think that good things are happening to people that I care about. Because I know that even though I'm not in their lives daily, the seeds planted long ago remain.