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I thought of fudge pancakes.
I declared that I would become a burlesque dancer.
[fancy word for a stripper, i hear...pfft]
Alesya's going to be a blown chocolate artist/chocolate sculpteur/animal trainer when we join the circus [im.recruiting.]
David should be a hot air balloon tour guide...or now that I come to think of it, a curator for childrens' zoos.
Swimming through aquariums, feeling squishy sea cucumbers and assorted sponges, what am I going on about?
And I'd like to know
...exactly where is an octopus' garden??
Realization: Davy Jones in POTC2 [i thought of jon from p!atd] is portrayed as an octopus.
Not the kind I'd like in my garden.
<----Little add-ons from last night that I just couldn't toss.
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So as the holidays are approaching, I almost get this urgency to be retrospective. Which is funny when you think about it considering that so many things and duties and tasks in my life are tugging to move forward. Stand still and you get lost in the tuggle and you enter a state of stagnancy. But if we believe that the pieces of our life can [and note i'm not saying they are ] interlock and we move from point a to point b in a cosmically connected way, it should signify something when we're stuck one place. Whether it's for good or ill effects. With school and with the ambitions of life, we're talk to press forward, move on to the next exercise, set a new plan after the last one is fulfilled.
Christmas and the holidays to me defy that. It doesn't have to snow here, as far as I'm concerned the snow's still here, coming down in sheets, giving reason for little ones and big ones to dash inside to the fire, dryin' their mittens. It isn't about the definites, it's about the imagery as a package concept. Gathering around the christmas tree, taking in the ornaments, taking in the fact you can schlupp around the house all day in your pjs, not be annoyed by the sound of your family's voices,
chug that extra glass of Martinelli's. Some people go so far to make a point of defying tradition but tradition isn't always boring and tradition israrely is carried out without some sort of alteration in the process.
What I need this Christmas is pure and absolute solace
I'm seeking a little bit of equilibrium in my life right now, as stress and emotion-packed as the past week or two [time is hard to discern these days, everything seems to be crammed and a story of its own these days] have been. Thanksgiving's long overdue but I have so much to be grateful for, so much good that has been bestowed upon me for all the overfluffed severities and recent issues have overshadowed.
Dear gosh, I just want to love and meditate and
well, cook some ginggggahbread. =]
If we haven't talked in awhile, hit me up, leave me a little greeting about what's been going on, I tag you.
peace-to-the-dizzly-oop.t.
x
Emilie
I declared that I would become a burlesque dancer.
[fancy word for a stripper, i hear...pfft]
Alesya's going to be a blown chocolate artist/chocolate sculpteur/animal trainer when we join the circus [im.recruiting.]
David should be a hot air balloon tour guide...or now that I come to think of it, a curator for childrens' zoos.
Swimming through aquariums, feeling squishy sea cucumbers and assorted sponges, what am I going on about?
And I'd like to know
...exactly where is an octopus' garden??
Realization: Davy Jones in POTC2 [i thought of jon from p!atd] is portrayed as an octopus.
Not the kind I'd like in my garden.
<----Little add-ons from last night that I just couldn't toss.
*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
So as the holidays are approaching, I almost get this urgency to be retrospective. Which is funny when you think about it considering that so many things and duties and tasks in my life are tugging to move forward. Stand still and you get lost in the tuggle and you enter a state of stagnancy. But if we believe that the pieces of our life can [and note i'm not saying they are ] interlock and we move from point a to point b in a cosmically connected way, it should signify something when we're stuck one place. Whether it's for good or ill effects. With school and with the ambitions of life, we're talk to press forward, move on to the next exercise, set a new plan after the last one is fulfilled.
Christmas and the holidays to me defy that. It doesn't have to snow here, as far as I'm concerned the snow's still here, coming down in sheets, giving reason for little ones and big ones to dash inside to the fire, dryin' their mittens. It isn't about the definites, it's about the imagery as a package concept. Gathering around the christmas tree, taking in the ornaments, taking in the fact you can schlupp around the house all day in your pjs, not be annoyed by the sound of your family's voices,
chug that extra glass of Martinelli's. Some people go so far to make a point of defying tradition but tradition isn't always boring and tradition israrely is carried out without some sort of alteration in the process.
What I need this Christmas is pure and absolute solace
I'm seeking a little bit of equilibrium in my life right now, as stress and emotion-packed as the past week or two [time is hard to discern these days, everything seems to be crammed and a story of its own these days] have been. Thanksgiving's long overdue but I have so much to be grateful for, so much good that has been bestowed upon me for all the overfluffed severities and recent issues have overshadowed.
Dear gosh, I just want to love and meditate and
well, cook some ginggggahbread. =]
If we haven't talked in awhile, hit me up, leave me a little greeting about what's been going on, I tag you.
peace-to-the-dizzly-oop.t.
x
Emilie