Happy Halloween

Kinda rad.

serendipity

Amidst the flutter of her days, it has given her something to daydream about. It has reminded her of who she is, yet also that she is not alone in this vast universe. There are indeed others like her. Perhaps it just took some waiting. It is the twinkling possibility of possibility.

rambo, a clown, and a skeleton

Halloween is abrewing. How fitting, I came across this old picture...

Two things. Indeed, this is so me, so my personality...(I'm the goofy clown in the middle of my brothers with what it seems like a "last thought" outfit...just throw on what I can find and a huge grin), and...my gosh, how many layers am I wearing? I am just always cold...October is just not cold enough for that many layers on a human.

This picture makes me laugh.

Take pictures. Always.

I thank my mother for that sentiment.

Halloween it up.

Even if all you need is a red nose, wig, and Hawaiian lays around your waist. (Actually I would suggest being a bit more creative, but you know what I mean).

run again

My route a familiar terrain, though my life lately causing me to embark on a mini hiatus from it; I resumed tonight, to find each path, each road, each turn eagerly awaiting my every step. The cold air didn't bother me, in fact my breath, now steaming in the fall air seemed beautiful under the glare of the street lamps like a protective mist surrounding me as I ran. My keys jingle-jangled in the pocket of my fleece, which was new to me tonight as well; I usually keep a solitary key in my bra. We runners do what we can. These talkative keys made their sounds in unison with my step, with my my breath and I seemed a working machine. I pressed on, making my noises, this machine I was this evening...spouting steam, jingling, thumping...the cool night air felt so nice against my skin. And my feet were happy again.

new york, new york

There is something inside me that needs to wander. Every couple of weeks/months I seem to pick up and go on another adventure...big or small, it doesn't matter. This past weekend it was a road trip down to NYC. A few of my friend's had organized something in a very civilized manner...with theatre plans and a hotel, but I don't do very well with plans. Instead, I decided winging it with another friend in Harlem was a much better un-plan. Vegan food and Central Park all day (in the fall nonetheless) couldn't get more perfect.

Me and friends before leaving for Harlem.

This next picture is in no way fabricated. Upon entering My friend's apartment building, the first sign I saw was this. I started dying laughing. He was laughing at my amusement, and I simply had to take a picture. Love it.

The best part was, during our stroll through Central Park we kept walking past people with dog leases and no dogs. Let me repeat that, people walking invisible dogs. It appeared to be some sort of experiment, or movement, or New York thing. But yes, people were walking around with dog leases and no dogs attached to them. Oh New York, how I've missed you, you crazy city I adore.

bonus day

I don't know how many more of these Boston has left, but oh how I will savor every delicious minute until those bitter cold days that lie ahead sneak up on us weathered New Englanders, like a storm out at sea...we know it's coming, yet always surprised by it's biting force and gripping chill to the bone. I'm getting ahead of myself...like I said, that time is not yet upon us. Today, was in all it's glory, as my nana would say, nectar from the gods. And on a day such as this, there was no better way to spend it than with my favorite person, apples, and the sun.

Seriously though, how cute is my dad? I just love him to pieces. We strolled along, eating apples, filled our bag and went for a drive in the Massachusetts farmland, talking of how we both wished we lived on a farm. My dad and I have always been two peas on a pod. As we were driving I was noticing street signs. I like to gather different names for my wheelhouse of thought. One name made me smile, Wetherbe. I read it as We there be. And I thought, odd. What a lovely name for a street, and how fitting for us today. My father and I had been having some deep conversations. Indeed I thought, We there be. Wherever there be, We were there now, metaphorically and physically (for we were lost on our detour into farmland), and it was perfect. After, it clicked that it was indeed Wetherbe (said quickly), I decided, we. there. be, was in fact much better, and that because my nature saw it as such, was a sign that I should continue to just be there...smiling, contentedly seeing what I see...wherever there may be...

So, this particular barn may not seem like much, but it has the sentiment, the smell, the feel. I have a thing for barns. Someday...

this kid

There are just some people in this world that I love laughing with. One of them happens to be 7, though at times she is also 17. She has an innocence about her and naivety while simultaneously seems greater than her years (in good ways and in the what-did-you-just-say? ways). It's this combination that makes her so beautifully unique. Her spunk and sense of humor fills my days with riotous laughter, uncontrollable snickering, and grab-my-side-belly-chuckling. She's been the source of so many of my brightest smiles.

Today was one of those perfect crisp fall days, where it was just chilly
enough for a light coat, but the sun happily radiated just enough heat to keep the earth warm, cozy. Peyton and I lay outside together on the grass, we looked to the impossibly striking cobalt sky, her head melted into the softness of my fleece jacket, resting on my chest, and then it came...

Most kids like ice cream. Some kids even love it. But Peyton?...No one, and I repeat, no one loves ice cream as much as this kid.

Peyton: Can I have ice cream today?

Me: Nope.

Peyton: Why? I didn't have any yesterday.

Me: You know why.

Peyton: Laughing.

Me: Laughing.

Peyton: But I had a dream that I was eating a whole giant huge bowl of brontosaurus crunch with chocolate sprinkles and I want to make the dream come true. Pleeeaaasse?

Me: laughing. Nope.

Peyton: Well, what if I just have a small cup of just plain chocolate?

Me: NO! You know why you can't have ice cream.

Peyton: Laughing.

Me: Did you really think you would get away with it?

At school Peyton had been using her lunch money to buy ice cream instead of milk. when we logged online to her account to see what was purchased...you can imagine what we saw.

Peyton: Still laughing.

Me: Because at this point so much time had passed, and knowing how obsessed she is with ice cream, and...come on, it's pretty clever...she's only 7! I just laughed with her. I had already punished her for it. What did you actually buy Kid? ( I've called her "Kid" for years. It's become her name from me).

Peyton: Ice cream sandwiches, Hoodsies, I don't know. I can't help it!!!

And there we were, her head in my lap, she sheepishly laughing about her sneaky addiction to ice cream, and me adoring her for exactly who she is.

Like I said, 7 and 17. You can see the 17 in her eyes, and the 7 in her body language. She is a fascinating child.

stranger than fiction

There was a night not long ago, he played the guitar and sang for her. This is not the beginning of their story, yet it was a beautiful moment along the way.

The dim light of their palpable distance set a glow on the face of his golden guitar. She could, at that moment, see her face in the gleaming surface, her reflection smiling back at her, a smile she had not so oft seen. She watched as his fingers choreographed their way along the strings, dancing the quickstep, as they are known to do once the sun sets. Her eyes moved to his face, growing contentedly familiar now, and noticed the way the corner of his eyes gently wrinkled as he sang, and noticed even more so how the words arose from his endearingly slightly crooked mouth. Yet, it was how he looked at her as he lifted his gaze to meet hers, and the energy between them that caused a quiet stirring in her heart and his.

Unbeknownst to them, this stirring would soon fade, not in their hearts, but in possibility. It was but a night. He carried with him a weight behind those reticent, yet yielding eyes. He would draw her close and push her away fighting the magnetism that kept pulling them together no matter how he pushed. But it was not enough. She felt it. She knew. She was unlike most, this girl, and he was not at all prepared for her. She saw him like no other, and yet somehow it didn’t quite matter. Not now. Her heart still in tact, her words staccato yet free; all she heard was the faint sound of his voice trailing off in the distance and in her own audible heartbeat, the sudden, unexpected rush of peace.

today

i raise my head to the sun.

it shines for me,

on me,

a tear falls;

only one.

turn the music up.

i have been set free.

i am five-finger foot-loose

and fancy free.

He and only He is what i need.

signs

In a neighborhood where signs are plentiful...

I wondered why I hadn’t stumbled upon this following sign (below) before now. How could I miss it? It is, in its simplicity, brilliant. True, it may be lacking in tact, but it makes up in effect. There is no pussyfooting around the point, no political jargon to uphold or politeness to present. It is, what it is.

And, I must say, living in a city-neighborhood with my own good-size slab of grass that I mow myself, weed and like just the way it is, I have had my own thoughts of such a sign, probably signed with a 'please and thank you' and dog treats attached. Well done neighbors; well done for all of us.

superwho

The knack to stick to most surfaces, and the ability to shoot durable webs from my fingers, flying from structure to structure sounds ok, but certainly not my first choice... Flying on the other hand, now that is cool no matter how you slice it. Yet still, nah... Invincibility. Again, cool concept, though, I wouldn’t really want steel daggers to emerge from in between my fingers should I get angry... I don’t want to grow 30 times my size, have enormous biceps and turn green... Speaking of green, I do like the color, but I wouldn't want to wear it all the time even if I did possess a power ring that could rule the universe... I don’t think it’s necessary to have diamonds all over my body as a reflector (even if I think they’re pretty).... I would love to have a shiny black car tricked out with gadgets, and my own symbol in lights, but I don’t want a crazy man named after a card following me (he is incessant).... Anyone who knows me, knows I would never in a million years want to transform anything into ice, especially myself. I want nothing to do with cold.... Telekinesis/telepathy would be interesting, but I imagine would get old... I am a cat lover and I’m all for sexy black outfits, but not when I’d have to be evil all the time. Cats aren’t really like that, even though some people may disagree... No, I know just what powers I would possess; I know just what super-person-thingy I would be. Invisible Girl. The name doesn’t sound that impressive, but oh I would be.

I could go anywhere, do anything, be present at any lecture, function, debate, concert, movie, theatre, play, discussion, private party, anything…you name it. I could go see the animals in Africa and not worry about an attack, I could scare the hiccups out of anyone, and be privy to conversations I'm not so sure I would want, and to some I would die to listen in on. And I could do it all peacefully, quietly, without bothering anyone, hurting anyone, without anyone noticing me. I could learn things of the world, fly anywhere, see anything…and just use my powers to learn, maybe shake things up a little if I get bored, but mostly go about life peacefully, doing what I want, defying rules a bit. Yes that sounds like fun.

If I could just find that potion. I know it's here somewhere.