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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I HOPE YOU DANCE

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
Have your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take a single breath for granted
God forbid, love ever leaves you empty handed

I hope you'll still feel small when you stand besides the ocean (see lake)
whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
living means taking chances that are worth taking
Love, it might be a mistake, but it's worth making

Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens more than just a passing glance
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
- song by Lee Anne Womack

PS: Yes, I know its corny but its deep. Admit it or die trying. If I wasn't bored from miming it to the mirror,humming it day in and day out for 2 weeks... and, okay, carrying it in my wallet, I'd hunt down the audio wossname in blogger and launch my first- single- by- another- person.

PPS: Streetsider, don't hate, its okay to be in touch with your feminine side. Hallmark of a tru brother

PPPS: It's a 10 year old song so what does it mean that it has come to me at this moment in time. The universe must be speaking to me!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

At an impasse

I want to be a transformer when I grow up!

Jesus, I need to get in touch with the sensitive me. Invite her to move in. I think I hurt some one yesterday. This business of avoiding depth is not as user friendly as I thought it would be. Yeah, my mantra this morning is, " I'm a shit, I'm a shit, I'm a shit". I throw in some token, " No, you aren't-s " But the prevailing opinion is thus.

Was looking through my journal last night and it seems that I know what to do, I'm just not doing it! It's right there, at the top of every page: Slow down, slow down, slow down... But am afraid to slow down. Whirl wind works for me, doesn't it?

Right. I'm...slowing...down.

PS: I need a new self hep book. Can anyone hook a sister up with The Secret?