Its something about returning home to that place that holds your childhood memories.
It brings you back to that place of innocence. .
It cleanses you from the hardships you endured while out discovering the world.
Returning home can be like returning to a strange place at the same time.
You change over time, people change, landscape changes, and the energy in the environment changes.
Returning home can be returning to a new place that cleanses your very soul and makes you feel safe at home in a home you had never known.
I met the soul of the earth in the Desert
I found wine in a cactus
and food in the sand
Breath in the wind
and Spirits became friends
I found my soul-mate in the desert
and my life became real
I saw myself in the mirage
and every thing that was unreal
I met the soul of the earth in the Universe
and death became life
life became reincarnation
and I found light in the dark
I found my soul-mate in the desert
and I understood the signs
all became one
and word became life
Water turned into wine! I shall drink and never get drunk http://instagram.com/p/Xv1ghSPy2k/
Last night i had a dream that was very disturbing. I was in a room full of people, I stood up to give a speech, and I couldn’t speak clearly. I had lost my ability to communicate .
I kept talking, but my tongue was stuck in my throat it was as if I was swallowing my tongue, and biting it at the same time. Everyone in the audience started talking, they had no interest in what I was saying, but I kept on trying to deliver my speech. I finally woke up out of thenightmare and I knew what that dream meant.
Around the end of last month during my graduation day at Aveda Institute I stood up to say a few words of appreciation to my class mates and teacher. I became very nervous stumbling on my words, then I lost my voice.
I was completely embarrassed and disappointed with myself as I sat back down at least thankful that I did complete my speech with all its flaws. Usually I can give a great speech, so good that my words pierce through the flesh and hit the core of a person.
I want to find my voice again, the voice I use to be very proud to use while standing in front of a full room of people.
I pray I can redeem myself in the near future.
I should be writing that great story that sparked my imagination some weeks ago, but I sat on it for some time and it just seemed to slip my mind.
Naw, it is still here, but I’ve got better things to do like take self portraits of me on Instagram and figure out which setting suits me best. Look at the same time line over and over on facebook to see whats going on in the lives of my friends and family.
Its cold outside so I’m sitting in a starbucks that looks a little shady, but its warm inside. Which reminds me, last night on my break I decided to take a strole in DC (it was COLD AS A MONKEY’S ASS SITTING ON CONCRETE). As I walked by the public library, I noticed two long lines all homeless men, standing waiting in the cold dark night to see if they can get on this small van which I assumed would take them to shelter that night. I wanted to take a picture to have proof of this, but I felt like I would be invading their privacy in some sort of way. So here is a blury image.
A couple days ago I had drinks with one of my class mates, and she mentioned to me in conversation how she was homeless for about three or four months here in DC. She is the same age as I am an aspiring writer, which really hit me. She lived in her car in the midst of the winter time here in the Capital last year. Damn I’ve been really living a sheltered life. I do realize how difficult things can be, but there has got to be a solultion!
I wish there was something I could do to help change the situation for better.
Yesterday as I gave a facial and massage to an elderly client, it was something about her energy that made me feel very connected to her. As I checked her out I really wanted to take her in my arms and embrace her with a big hug. Instead I told her happy holidays and she wished me the best of luck.