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My blog could be considered a dangerous thing. I don't think it is. Everything I write is completely honest. Some posts are commentary, some posts are stories, some are boring, some are fun. Most often it's a window into the part of my subconscious that cannot be communicated verbally. It's meant to be the place I spill, organize and store my abstract hidden things. You can really access a lot about me through the blog, and it's partially there for that purpose. To find out the things I cannot say, and don't necessarily need to be said. But its also a tool for me, the process of writing/blogging is therapy in some sense. However, there's a lot missing. To read it, and to think that it is all of me, would be very wrong. That's why it can be misleading. A lot of people read it, and they misinterpret. No one really knows what I actually mean by a lot of the things I say, and that's not my problem. Like I said, its only there partially for the purpose of letting people into that part of me, the rest is there for me, for my subconscious to come out. To take it literally would be a dangerous thing for the reader.

Important Pieces

In that space where infinity above meets immensity below we see the first sign of a new dawn. Dark always gives way to light; for a brief moment nothing is forbidden, everything is possible. But what would we do if the light never came? Maybe we would lie down. Maybe we could go back to sleep. Maybe we could wake up. - Adbusters

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere; they’re in each other all along. - Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

Adopt the pace of nature: Her secret is patience. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"The poet Rilke was afraid that if he got rid of his demons, he would lose his angels as well. Of course the danger of clinging to our demons to save our angels is that our demons may well take over." - Tim Farrington

Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is-and still not caring.
- Tom Robbins

I've been on the verge or updating for days.

Cicada Diaries
And so the dwindling begins. The majority of the brood have died off and now the only one's singing are those who emerged late. It's eerily quiet where it used to be deafening...and suddenly my jog/walks are more pleasant again. Cicadas are no longer flying in and out of my car windows on the highway. Some will probably still remain as long as it's hot...but I think for the most part the peek is over.

In other news
No wait really? When I googled the IP Address I wasn't really surprised. I was more confused. Still? Why? And although I'm only 90% positive I know who it is, I cannot be sure, but it's just too big of a coincidence geographically. And if it is, how pathetic. Delusional, keep telling yourself you're a better person now. I suppose it's my fault for picking a password previously shared but for other things.

Again in other news
I haven't had my ayurveda consultation yet...but I had a massage like no other by our most prominent therapist. Let me tell you I swear I believe in magic now. But really this magic is all grounded in science. It's just years and years of practice. Amazing wealth of knowledge from experience and training. Energy work truly makes me believe in healing beyond conventional modern medicine. I have never felt this good physically.

Please reader send me all your positive energy and thoughts while I continue to search for a place to live, my strength is wearing thin.

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

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