Happy at that Hour

Is it wrong to want to gather that very feeling…

To be happy at that hour? Continue reading Happy at that Hour


Today, Not Yesterday

Stream of consciousness..listening to Melodic Dubstep as I write this. Since going to Burning Man, I’ve been in full force creative mode.  My head hurts.  Too many plans and ideas running…I have to stop…no, gotta continue…I’m creative.  That’s my sign.  I am a fire sign.  Trail blazer…it’s in my heart and soul.  No stopping me.  When I fall, I get back up..resilient is what I want tattooed on…no, the Philippine flag and a symbol of my black heritage.  See, my creative energy is all over the place..in a good way.  A ball of positive energy that people love to be around.  It’s awesome!  I think that everyone has that light and that energy..they just have to tap into it.

When I first heard Melodic dubstep, I feel like I’m in a flight suit…olive green and dragging my feet in quicksand…heading to victory.  Triumph is what comes to mind…and then one can think that Dubstep sounds like it is being thrown into a garbage disposal.

Yeah, my Chai Latte has gone cold and 3/4 leftover…back to my lists of Things To Do.

Concentric Circle

How I miss the sunrise hitting my face and beaming into my tent.  The leftover techno that kept playing on repeat as I am awaken…time to go take a walk to the port a potty.  Carefully putting on my socks and boots to not get dust inside my tent.  Taking my square shaped pee bucket as I drag my heels walking along the morning sun.  The world is half asleep.  If I get lucky I wait for the ‘peeps’ to clean the potties and a fresh one awaits. Continue reading Concentric Circle