Category: the cure for everything bleu

the pursuit of happiness-ish… i dream. you dream. i want.

i’m ready to climb walls.

When your ambition is slower than your idleness, you got yourself a little problem. Somehow hearts and ‘love’ wake me up, though. It’s like the scent of coffee or a sincere smile. Those things get me going. Me pongo las…

never plan a picnic

I wasn’t sure you’d come, but, I was going to plan a picnic. Then, I thought, if you don’t come, I’ll have to call it “dinner.” So, I never plan a picnic.    

life is a bowl of coffee…

          Well, something like that. Life was like that for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee.                     Fresh, hot, milky coffee.  …

sometimes i doodle.

Sometimes I doodle on the “MEMO” app on my fone. I take notes, too. But I doodle a lot..with my finger… just for kicks and for, well for nothing. For nothing. Le Petit Prince. Because,  well, rest in peace prince.…

reality won’t go away…swoosh (VIDEO)

    It’s like an endless drizzle. Not that you want it to go away. You know what they say? One man’s reality is another man’s abstract. Well, I’m not sure if that’s said or not, but it should be…

the vanishing lofty dreams to hold you up

When you got something to hold you up, it’s comforting. When you got something that holds you back, it’s a burden. When you got something to hold down, it’s exhausting. When you talk and talk and hold forth, it’s tedious.…

a waiting room

In a waiting room you look at the magazines rack, and leaf through old unwanted books. Your eyes move to the ceiling, then glance at the floor. You don’t make eye contact with anyone else. Instead, you look at the…

bring it with you.

When I was little, I heard people say, “Only boring people are bored.”. Well, I thought it was true. I mean nothing is anywhere until you place it there. So if you put boredom, then things will be boring. I guess.…

like a whispering wind (video)

The wind rocks you, shakes you, wakes you, the wind makes you seem further away. You miss people more in the rain, but, the wind touches you, and it sweeps you up. Then, it puts you back in your place. But it doesn’t let…

i dare you

We’ve been growing an orange tree. We went to an earth day celebration several years ago, and we got fruit trees that day. I wanted an orange tree. It was a baby. An itty bitty branch with tender stems of pure…

running and dawn and birds

There are many miles to go. A quiet dawn. Like a cozy black hole or a welcoming void. A little melancholy in the cold air. The sun is just about to rise. Birds, chirping and stirring near their nests. And…

loosely sophisticated (VIDEO)

Nonsense, playtime, music, unrefined knowledge. And, coffee in itty bitty cups. Loose and ‘sophisticated’ days like these are never long enough. A little set we got for the girls somewhere in Paris when they were itty bitty bebes.  :)  

the elephant in the room

  Does every household have an elephant in the living room? I’m sure they do. Sometimes it’s wild and pink, and other times it’s bleu and mellow. Currently, in our living room, it’s tamed and contained in a frame. Bou’s art…

stray

    While you were losing yourself, then looking for yourself, and too busy finding yourself, I was reinventing myself. Um, I was just re-decorating. And maybe re-painting. Or maybe just re-arranging. Or, was I fabricating? Hmmm, I was doing something. It…

the magical state of madness

  They say, when you’re crazy, you can get along with everyone. Well, I should rephrase. They say, everyone, lets you be ‘you- yourself.’ So, when you’ve lost your mind, and you’re crazy and utterly lost,  in your head, you…

have you been here lately?

      A stroll in the Hollywood hills. This view never gets old. Paradise hues. There’s something about this place. Something that lets you think that you can achieve anything. All your hopes and dreams and quirky little desires can happen…

there’s been times…in our moments… (video)

I always to try to know in which direction I’m traveling. East, west, north, etc. Some days the noises in your head block everything. And you think you’re touching all directions. Four dimensional, almost. The thoughts are scattered. And spread out.…

just another wanderess.

  Dani and Alex have self-portraits that have the been influenced by Modigliani. They have others influenced by other painters. Well, every time I pull out one of their self-portraits from the storage boxes (They are not up on the walls yet! grr)…

engineering my views

Initially, I was going to say “engineering my emotions,” but that sounds heavy-hearted and heavy on the cheese. Even for me. And a bit irrational, and, more bogus than the current title. Today, the office mascot protects the book of daydreams (and nightmares).…

haiku #7

A movable life. Exploring, new adventures. Keep going, don’t stop now.