Tales We Tell...

[mlerules]

They're Really Just Stories We Live. About to embark on an intuition-led journey to the muchly unknown beyond/within/throughout. Who wants to come along? I'm not fully comfortable w/going w/the flow. No. That's not quite right. In some settings I'm just fine w/it. Okay. Mini-Revelation(tm) in action right here and now:

I b!tch and moan (or at least whine) sometimes about not feeling very in tune w/my intuition. It's just not so though. I socialize by intuition. Sure, I think stuff through (prolly more than's really necessary), but I can often easily just go w/the flow. This can work for me fairly well. Damn it's a fine feeling.

Sometimes though I think I like to play w/fire. Fire (and spinning &c.) attracts me massively.

[Oh, the sun's breaking through and I can see spots of blue sky breeze by in the sky.]

Compersion rox. :-) 'Cept it's not necessarily just for your partners, it also functions well for Dear Friends. Sometimes love seems explosive: add fire to oxygen and bang Bang BANG Other science lab imagery: Social titrations. Mixers. Shakers. Connectors. Dice-rollers.

Sometimes I feel a need to Saran Wrap my ego, then place clips at appropriate (or in-) locations...this focuses me in and stops the scattershot from spraying quite as far and wide. Fark that! I like scattershot. It's my choice.

Now engaged in creating playlists for special occasions. Toad Rips require new music compilations. One of my rules. Well, not really a rule. It's more of a preference. I tend to do it. Recently thought I've fallen behind. Inspiration rox.

Okay, so far both compersion and inspiration rock. Okay, THIS song's going on the next compilation (Neah Bay). Mebbe this one, too.

I've got this marvelous feeling of not knowing what's going to happen, of not really knowing where I'm going - not exactly, and knowing that everything/anything could change at any time - and of still loving it (Life and loves) - and in fact in part loving it for this very fact. Putting trust into doing the right thing and/or adjusting to whatever comes up and/or making my life my own, changing what I can, accepting what I cannot, rejecting what I must, choosing what's right for me, taking responsibility for myself...damn good stuff. Self-confidence rox. As do inspiration and compersion. Rocks rock as well. I'm in an particularly silly mood, in case you couldn't tell. Why? Because blisstacy is HERE NOW...giddiness, glee, antici-SAY IT-pation.

Comments

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Would love to be a fly on the wall watching all of this.

Ah, but you ARE!

[sheistheweather]

You are awesome. Just thought you should know.

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Thx, sweetie.

[dwights.livejournal.com]

Woo! Go you wonderful beat-poet you. This reminded me of this wonderful passage from On the Road:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

(and when you can remind people of Kerouac you're doing something right.)

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

;-)