I have a lot of inspiration.Mostly it comes from my friends who know my heart the most. These are the people who teach me the parts I love about myself by being themselves because they are mirrors of me. I think that it is very important to be the most clear, beautiful and strong mirror you can possibly be. In this way you know that you are doing the best possible thing for another. I wonder what way I can write in my journal so that I can read it back someday, because I am 20 and I have a lot of journals now. Mostly I love to read them when I am reading back some straight up word play-free-verse song poetry. I love to see the whole span of life splayed in photograph or movie or book or words or friendships or in the lives of plants and animals. blue is an extremely important color these days, but in the best way. It is a color that can mean anything to anyone. This is a very important time now, tables turning. Things are shifting and i am happy to be alive. I am happy to go through the cycles and change all the time because that is probably one of the most beautiful parts. SOMETIMES I just want to wear my hair as big and curly as it possibly can get and sometimes I dont. The thing of it all is that I am a symbol, just as most people tend to be and I never will know what that symbol is and I only will know my own symbol. For all of you people who actually read this stuff, which I know for sure is Melanie and Tom at least, please know that I really care about you. I care about you and am by your side. You are my mirror. and I love you. If you read this stuff because you dig it and you just happened upon it, even more, I would love to know your words and art and expression. The whole thing of the bit is all about TENDRILS.
According to Merriam-Webster Online:
A leaf, stipule, or stem modified into a slender spirally coiling sensitive organ serving to attach a climbing plant to its support.
Tendrils that attach to my maiden mother queen and crone-ship of fools. To Agoura road and when I graduated preschool and Ami was there and she cried. And to my imaginary friend Mada and her whole family. To my first time making love and to my first time falling and my first time crying and my first ANYTHING. To all the in and out people who I have known and unknown but always know because of the TENDRILS of an artful life of wisdom and wise woman ways. Tendrils that attach to lessons learned, to getting burned on the stove, to learning the differences, the preferences, the ways.
I wrote this all with my eyes closed. (except for the pictures and the dictionary definition, obviously.)
