transformations

Let's forget about August, shall we.

I noticed tonight, on about the eleventh rewrite of this whole "screenplay" incident... (I have the story in my head, can't everyone just plug in and manifest it along with me???)

I noticed myself drinking lemonade out of wine glass, still smoking in the occassional breaks of wrist cramps, I remind myself of the nights spent sleeplessly attacking a bottle of wine and my computer screen... channeling a story that I still haven't contained.

I look at the rewrites, the cultivations and find them corelated with myself.

A little less conversation, a little more action.
Show, don't tell.


I'm exhausted, yet felt the need to share Shiva's destructive and birthing presence in everything involved in my life.

Fire cleanses, destroys, and gives space for new birth.