Funky fresh

I know you know that Beyonce and Jay Z together are the culmination of my hopes and dreams, because they're the best, but honestly click on this link. 

I'ma tell you what I get from that. I will surmise they tell each other virtually everything. Virtually as full disclosure is boring and redundant. Also, clearly their answer to each other's queries is, 'Why the hell not?' It helps that Beyonce is a fox and Jay Z NEVER forgets it. Fox.

I'm reminding myself of these things because I am on the hunt. Dudes. Gird your loins.

Also, travel. They do it a lot. I want to do it a lot. Actually, there are a number of things I want to do a lot. With my loins.

I take a picture of the sunrise almost every day. Part of me shakes my head when I do it as a) it's never represented in the photo the way all my senses drink it in and b) I typically am deleting that photo in a few weeks as it takes me too long to scroll to whatever photo I am sharing in conjunction with the incredible, droll, vivacious tale I am telling. There's something about being in the moment. A statement which is repeated so often that it becomes white noise in the 'yeah, yeah - I got it' mental dismissal.

Also, I like to say you're not the boss of me. A lot. 

However, Nature. 
I keep seeing this picture on the book of face that basically says you can't use your cell phone in the nature but you will have a better connection. My time in BC definitely gave me that appreciation. There is something so soothing about sitting in a makeshift chair and genuinely having that huge drawn in breath and a pure let go while staring up at a sun dappled canopy. It sounds nice expressed in words. I'm easily transported closing my eyes and immersing myself in those moments. Being in Sooke and hearing a creek near by, being in Deep River (what! what!) and nestling my wee tent in amongst trees to hear the nocturnal life around me. I don't know if this is womb recall or something but I don't sleep as deeply as I do when crashing waves are the soundtrack to my slumber. I love lazily running my hands through the sand and letting it sift out. My mind clears but for the thought that this grain was a rock that tumbled, tumbled, tumbled, giving up pieces of itself until now. What was around it? What animals slept on its sun baked warmth? Who used it as a back scratch? Whose life finished  under its weight? This breeze is nice. Breathing out. I hear the laughter of my best friend as we splash in water, joy at being alive and free. Jobs, bills, drama are stories that are happening somewhere else to someone else at this time. Splashing water, fed from a glacier, on my face. The tingle of nerve sensation, the waft of of indian food cooked in a little tin pot that will double as a serving dish. 

I want to take up snorkelling. G Money and his magical photography/life partner just capture a a mystical, alluring world that summons from beneath the waves. They make me aware of a parallel universe that I have both a desire and responsibility for. I can barely keep myself alive in water deeper than 6 ft so, you know, a work in progress. 

Dancing, I need to stop talking about it and make it the sweaty, enlivened reality I want it to be. Shimmying just is a rapture multiplier. Who's mad when they got a shoulder shake stimulation? Someone who needs that tricky stick removed from their posterior, that's who. Everyone else, 'gwan witcho badself. 

I'd like to give a shout out to Mother Nature for Spring 2.0 - summer blew goats so to have 20something, sunny days into October does feel like a real gift. How are we not harnessing solar power more? I bet there's some 15 year old at a science fair being all, it's not that hard, everyone. I love reading about child/teen geniuses. Let them go! Make our planet better! I did have a chat with a sales person the other day, with whom I have easy rapport, about 3-D printers. I posited that Science, whilst awesome, outpaces human intractability. There is something in some people (not me, I'm totally fucking enlightened, open-minded, goddamn nice) that truly fears change as represented by perceptions of what's 'natural' or 'impossible.' Like, the fact that we can make a 3-D printed, operable gun is only worrisome as there is someone who won't marvel at creation but see the potential for malicious destruction. Dick. 

Don't get me wrong, there is a portion of me that has the NO!NO!NO!NO!NO! vibe around change but I am working on the me that has that reaction to impending imaginary bogey men. Speaking of bogey men - I saw a picture the other day that high fived Scooby Doo for showing that the real monsters are men with nefarious intentions. #Truth. 

I have a bamboo backscratcher and if you don't, you don't love yourself. You wander into chinatown, grab one for a buck give it a swirl on your Latissimus dorsi and you'll be musing - that blogista, she's not wrong. 
(I'm not wrong) 

a haiku

because it feels good
getting ready for good things
fun times authorized

xo