35.

My annual Birthday Mix Tape.


“A year that trembled and reel’d beneath me!

Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze in me,

A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me,

Must I change my triumphant songs? I said to myself,

Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?

And sullen hymns of defeat?”  walt.


Your Love Is An Impossible Dream.

…and I just want to wake up.




I’m not okay, you’re not okay.

Collective thought.

Can it become collective being? Collective state of being? What if we all want to change the thought pattern but we all stay in collective being?

2012 was not the year I intended it to be. And I’m guessing it’s turned out the same for You.

As the Universe heaps piles and piles of things we wished would just go away upon us, I KNOW we all want it to change. But the piles keep coming. And with the yucky stuff in the pile is insanely good stuff; the things we actually asked for.

So then the question gets raised: How do You reach out into the hurricane and grab the things you want while letting the things that are weird/awkward/harmful swirl around You without affecting You?

This is an actual question I’d like an answer to, Anonymous You.

Please inform.

Because I am actually swept away.

I have a hard time catching my breath most of the time.