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[openscarf]

I feel like I'm on the verge of something, on the tip of someone's tongue, like something's going to Happen. Sometimes the littlest happenings are the biggest.

I have new thoughts and feelings about love. Single yes, but that has not much to do with being loved and loving.

There are many many little changes and signs I've noticed during my days and nights. On the one hand I feel like I can hardly keep up with myself and on the other I feel drowsy and tired. Tonight I forced myself to practice dancing drills. All that work in the center of the body, I think that's having a huge effect on me, spiritually. And physically, well, I can do several undulations now, so satisfying!

I have friends enamored, in love with, addicted to cross fit. I probably would have been if I wasn't so into my yoga practice and my belly dancing practice. I may have felt that for step aeorbics, way back when. I remember the commercials of people taking the classes and then  running up the steps of the pyramids in Mexico. I was enchanted, took the classes, loved them and six months later I was running up the steps of the pyramids in Mexico.

This rain, barametirc pressure, drowsiness...I'm very grounded and sleep heavily. I'm not remembering too many dreams but when I wake up lately, I know a lot has been going in during the night.

There are friends trickling in over the next few weeks.

The rain and gray seem endless although I know its not true.

Bon Voyage Elizabeth Taylor. What a life!  I wonder what is in store for her now.  Here are some quotes from the violet eyed beauty:

I’ve always admitted that I’m ruled by my passions.

I have a woman’s body and a child’s emotions. I’m a survivor – a living example of what people can go through and survive.

My mother says I didn’t open my eyes for eight days after I was born, but when I did, the first thing I saw was an engagement ring. I was hooked.

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues

I really don’t remember much about Cleopatra. There were a lot of other things going on.

Success is a great deodorant.

I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get, the younger their new wives get.

I sweat real sweat and I shake real shakes.

You find out who your real friends are when you’re involved in a scandal.

I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can’t possess radiance, you can only admire it.

I think I’m finally growing up – and about time. So much to do, so little done, such things to be.

When people say, ‘She’s got everything’, I’ve got one answer – I haven’t had tomorrow.

Comments

[marsidotes.livejournal.com]

It's funny, after I read your post, especially the part by Liz, I wanted to "hit" like, the way we do on facebook. I like what you had to write in this post. I have been dreaming way too many scary dreams lately. Is it what I'm eating or what's eating me? And, I remember way too many of them.

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I'm always looking for the like button too. ;-)

I really really like analyzing dreams for myself. I usually know quickly what they mean to me.

In general, scary dreams today, seem to be a way for our brains to process the growing chaos of our world. Maybe it's not growing, maybe there is always chaos, perhaps crescendo is a better word...

I hope you can shake them off and enjoy the day.

[dadadadio.livejournal.com]

I get the desire to not grow up but my girlfriend is the same age as me. I honestly don't get the need to date someone half my age. What the hell would we talk about if half my life (and the events in it) happened before she was born. Simple things like mismatched taste in music, or movies, would annoy me. I prefer people closer to my generation.

I can be immature in other ways, like riding my bike, going to ballgames (did that today) and being a goofball.

I found it funny that Liz requested her memorial ceremony make everyone wait 15 minutes. She was known for being fashionably late.

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

That's priceless! I didn't read that about the 15 minute delay, what a lover of life she was.

I think you're being hard on yourself, bike riding and ballgames immature? No, that's enjoyment, exercise, saving money, not polluting, hobby, etc. Gotta have fun!

The age thing? I know. It's ridiculous.