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So, a quick run through of what has happened in my life!
- As you know I went to New Mexico awhile ago, and while in route I went to the King Tut exhibit in LA. I have always been fascinated with egiptian history and writings so seeing real artifacts was just, well you can imagine I suppose. They were magnificant, but I rememebr thinking, when my parents commented on how "beautiful" they were and what "lovely artwork" it was, I remember thinking, "But these aren't meant to be beautiful, they arent ment to be art, they are ment to be private, to never be seen by mortals, to be buried under thousands of pounds of sand and lost forever in the endless desert wastes soemwhere in between the sun and the moon and around the horizen. They aren't meant to be looked at or gawked over, they are some of the most private objects ever created, how funny that it is these objects which adorn the covers of so many books and magazines. Beautiful? Powerful? Exquisite? Yes, but these adjectives, i feel, were never meant to be used in describing them, because really, they are so much more.
-While staying in a hotel in LA, we happened to have Lucky with us, sadly, the Hotel was not a dog-friendly establishment. So it was that we had to sneak her in, by wrapping her up in our jackets. You can imagine the looks we got from the random passerby, when, at 12:00 am we unwrapped a struggling dog from a mass of coats in order for her to take a bathroom break,, and then proceeded to re-wrap her, smile, and walk into a hotel.
-My grandmother isn't doing well, she can't make any sense and has very few memories. It's so sad, but I'm not going to write about it lest I ruin the happy mood i am in right now
-I had fun with my sister while she was here in Santa Cruz, we went walking around dowtown, silver, her poodle-chihuehue mix had to come with us but that was alright , because she could just hide him in her jacket pockets when we went in stores XP we went thrift shopping and book shopping and talked about Dad, i hadn't talked about him for so long that really she did most of the talking. I realize more and more how many memory blocks I have put up for myself, and I wonder, if i hadn't learned to block things out, would I have gone through with my suicidal impulses when I was younger? Most likey. It's funny, but playstation probably helped save my life, since it was such a conveinent escape from reality. that, and books and my imaginary games and worlds, my therapist said that i have such a vivid imagination because I had to develope it as a survival strategy, that's why I have the ability to hold a world, and all the intricaies of plot needed to write a fantasy novel in my mind at one time, and that's also why I have such good visualization skills. I'm not saying my book is wonderful or even decently written, but it is a book at least. Anywho, sis pointed out that whenever we walk around together, random people stop and talk to me, smile at me, ask me out (yah, it happens) or strike up conversations. She says it only happens when she's around me, i wonder why? People always talk to me, maybe because they can ssense that i love talking to strangers, learning bits of their life stories, listening. Hmmn.
-Now, I am skipping ahead to today...
-Me and Jaya hung out, she actually slept over last night which was very fun ~__^ we watched fruits basket cartoons and ate hot chocoalte and talked. Did i tell you that when Lauren slept over last tme and we watched the cartoons, she cried after the one where tohru and yuki and kyo walk home together holding hands? squueuee!!!!! But anywho, today Jaya and I got coffee and went to bookshop santa cruz, i was asking if she had read the sequel to the Way of the Peaceful Warrior and this guy behind us was all "No way, you've read that? I'm reading it right now, and I'm on a journey similair to his, i'm traveling trying to find myself. Right now I live in Berkely."
"Really," I say, "You should read the other books he has written, did you know Dan Millman lives in Berkely too?"
"Really? that's so cool!"
We talked for awhile and he said, "So... are you two in school?"
"Nope, unschoolers!"
"niiice, we are all unschoolers, really."
We exchanged names and left him, another case of random stranger talking to me. Just to imagine that some person shares this same memory with me, and always will, is enough to make me smile. That is why I love to talk to strangers, even if we never see one another again, we will always share the memory of our meeting.
Up and down town, Jaya nad I went from her sister's apartment to Logos and Comicopolis, and I bought the 12th fruits basket book, Jaya go a Kyo pillow and the 3rd book. From the Buttery to a park bench, from river views to cloudbanks, we spent the day happily wondering the world, and I wondered why all people didn't do the same. A woman in Borders (evil corp) saw Jaya necklaces and smiled saying, "Blessed Be." As we left, I returned the greeting, and smiled at the memory that we would share. Memories, they really are the things I care about the most.
Try to fly, don't drift away,
Be the flame which lights the day,
and be the wind that lets the night take flight,
don't let your life slide slowly by,
lift your wings and try to fly tonight...
Live as if you would die tomorrow, that you may die tomorrow, as if you had lived.
Love,
Cassiopia Chandi/Fawn of Moonlight
- As you know I went to New Mexico awhile ago, and while in route I went to the King Tut exhibit in LA. I have always been fascinated with egiptian history and writings so seeing real artifacts was just, well you can imagine I suppose. They were magnificant, but I rememebr thinking, when my parents commented on how "beautiful" they were and what "lovely artwork" it was, I remember thinking, "But these aren't meant to be beautiful, they arent ment to be art, they are ment to be private, to never be seen by mortals, to be buried under thousands of pounds of sand and lost forever in the endless desert wastes soemwhere in between the sun and the moon and around the horizen. They aren't meant to be looked at or gawked over, they are some of the most private objects ever created, how funny that it is these objects which adorn the covers of so many books and magazines. Beautiful? Powerful? Exquisite? Yes, but these adjectives, i feel, were never meant to be used in describing them, because really, they are so much more.
-While staying in a hotel in LA, we happened to have Lucky with us, sadly, the Hotel was not a dog-friendly establishment. So it was that we had to sneak her in, by wrapping her up in our jackets. You can imagine the looks we got from the random passerby, when, at 12:00 am we unwrapped a struggling dog from a mass of coats in order for her to take a bathroom break,, and then proceeded to re-wrap her, smile, and walk into a hotel.
-My grandmother isn't doing well, she can't make any sense and has very few memories. It's so sad, but I'm not going to write about it lest I ruin the happy mood i am in right now
-I had fun with my sister while she was here in Santa Cruz, we went walking around dowtown, silver, her poodle-chihuehue mix had to come with us but that was alright , because she could just hide him in her jacket pockets when we went in stores XP we went thrift shopping and book shopping and talked about Dad, i hadn't talked about him for so long that really she did most of the talking. I realize more and more how many memory blocks I have put up for myself, and I wonder, if i hadn't learned to block things out, would I have gone through with my suicidal impulses when I was younger? Most likey. It's funny, but playstation probably helped save my life, since it was such a conveinent escape from reality. that, and books and my imaginary games and worlds, my therapist said that i have such a vivid imagination because I had to develope it as a survival strategy, that's why I have the ability to hold a world, and all the intricaies of plot needed to write a fantasy novel in my mind at one time, and that's also why I have such good visualization skills. I'm not saying my book is wonderful or even decently written, but it is a book at least. Anywho, sis pointed out that whenever we walk around together, random people stop and talk to me, smile at me, ask me out (yah, it happens) or strike up conversations. She says it only happens when she's around me, i wonder why? People always talk to me, maybe because they can ssense that i love talking to strangers, learning bits of their life stories, listening. Hmmn.
-Now, I am skipping ahead to today...
-Me and Jaya hung out, she actually slept over last night which was very fun ~__^ we watched fruits basket cartoons and ate hot chocoalte and talked. Did i tell you that when Lauren slept over last tme and we watched the cartoons, she cried after the one where tohru and yuki and kyo walk home together holding hands? squueuee!!!!! But anywho, today Jaya and I got coffee and went to bookshop santa cruz, i was asking if she had read the sequel to the Way of the Peaceful Warrior and this guy behind us was all "No way, you've read that? I'm reading it right now, and I'm on a journey similair to his, i'm traveling trying to find myself. Right now I live in Berkely."
"Really," I say, "You should read the other books he has written, did you know Dan Millman lives in Berkely too?"
"Really? that's so cool!"
We talked for awhile and he said, "So... are you two in school?"
"Nope, unschoolers!"
"niiice, we are all unschoolers, really."
We exchanged names and left him, another case of random stranger talking to me. Just to imagine that some person shares this same memory with me, and always will, is enough to make me smile. That is why I love to talk to strangers, even if we never see one another again, we will always share the memory of our meeting.
Up and down town, Jaya nad I went from her sister's apartment to Logos and Comicopolis, and I bought the 12th fruits basket book, Jaya go a Kyo pillow and the 3rd book. From the Buttery to a park bench, from river views to cloudbanks, we spent the day happily wondering the world, and I wondered why all people didn't do the same. A woman in Borders (evil corp) saw Jaya necklaces and smiled saying, "Blessed Be." As we left, I returned the greeting, and smiled at the memory that we would share. Memories, they really are the things I care about the most.
Try to fly, don't drift away,
Be the flame which lights the day,
and be the wind that lets the night take flight,
don't let your life slide slowly by,
lift your wings and try to fly tonight...
Live as if you would die tomorrow, that you may die tomorrow, as if you had lived.
Love,
Cassiopia Chandi/Fawn of Moonlight