Yeah, riding that wave of melancholy today. I found out what that "tingling" sensation was in my spine (the root). It was kundalini energy. And...this was 2002, around February, approximately. When I think about it now, my spine starts to tingle again. Psychosomatical? Well...

Also, as I begin to connect with my thoughts, waiting has proven to be very optimal, very rewarding as far as "hearing" those bits of helpful information when I feel stuck, confused, bombarded, etc.

Last week, I was fired from my job. Dont know if I blogged that last week, but it feels good not to go back. However, the money was...ok. And it did add to my resume of experience. My voice was used and tested. When I feel great, good, on-point emotionally, my voice can smooth over even the grumpiest of people. It's a great tool.

I'll be going back to school in December on line. Again, that sacral keeps a hummin'. Me waited, me had me peace...so let it be written, so let it be done (I loved the Ten Commandments...the movie with Yul).

I'm perfecting my poetry. Oh, hell, here's the link to myspace, again
www.blog.myspace.com/free2love68
I am prone to erase so get it while it is still here :).
Along with my poetry, my other writing pursuits will follow, namely novels, a play or two, books turned to screenplays for movies, short stories, and essays.

And a job? I am waiting to respond to a higher paying 9 to 5'er. I will wait. I may end up at Staples. No, Barnes & Noble dont want me :(. I dont frequent Borders that often (second rate to BN). And I did the cashier thing at Cracker Barrel (mmmm...good turkey). I know I just love to be around people, most of the time. I can get around that in order to support myself and kids. The lore to a healthy store discount at Staples seems more enticing than, say, Old Navy.

So, in the meantime, I write. Whatever...
I'm really digging this, not feeling as bummed from being "invisible". I have that projector thing going on. I noticed that I feed from others, positively and negatively, in a reflector kind of way. My poetry comes from this place. I have to read different styles of poetry to write in my style, my own style coming from my experiences. The same will be true when I begin (god, I'm so tired of saying this) writing my novel :). I wish I did have the money to get a reading for the coming year. I'm in my Uranus Opposition (hope that's what its called)...had that reading. Gotta get a tape recorder to play it. I like reviewing what was said (Carolyn Ford is awesome!).

That being said (hope I am not repeating myself), I'm trying to get out of this house! The computer is such a draw...to write. My poetry come across with more clarity when I write and edit using paper and pens (beware...pen thief here). Oh, I hear Starbucks calling :). And the nearby used bookstore Walk A Crooked Mile :). $2.00 books! Or the thrift store/dollar store to purchase a tape recorder! Or to fill out that application for Staples! What to do...

Baby, its cold outside! But the colors of fall in the trees are heavenly! Yeah, big time I'm procrastinating :). I just love to live in the thoughts and dreams that swim through my mind...sometimes. Okay, well, gotta go. Geez, it really does feel like I'm talking to myself :). I'm such delicious company...or not :)
namaste