Again I am ready to create.
I want to play music and sing songs before a large crowd of people. I want them to dance and to sing along and sway. I want them to feel all good feelings. I want to share that energy with them. I want to sing songs and play my guitar on a stage. Sharing music with a great crowd. I want to write words that say what will make a crowd say ''right on!'' I want to share that energy.
I wanna get close with a studio mike. I want to push my words through a mesh screen. Whisper and sing and scream, streaming vivid vowels, linking consonants, creating strings of beautiful images weaving poetic tapestries of stories conjured. I wanna use my lips and my voice, my breath and my tounge, my mind and my words recorded and made melodic with rythms and runs.
I wanna paint the walls with the ideas in my mind. Leave no space bare. Color the blankness with moments of inspiration and enjoyment. The love, The joy, The frustration, The anger, The confusion. The outpouring of rage and rebellion, gratitude and happiness, silliness and resolution. Messy Messy Messy Messy Paint.....Aromatic, Strong, Bold, Messy Paint. Smeared, Smoothed, Stroked, Splattered, Splashed, Sexy, Messy Paint!
Sweet Sweet Creations.
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It’s a beautiful Night.
Current mood: 
full
It is late in the evening and all the others have gone to sleep. I sit quietly at the computer. All the televisions are off and there is no music playing. The hum of a fan in the corner and the drone of the air conditioner running outside are apparent. I sit myself up and take a deep breath. I need a drink of water..................back again.....ahhh....aqua vitae...water of life. I look at the fan and contemplate turning it more in my direction. It is hot here in the garage.
Yes....yes that helped.
My mind has been going over the changes and the challenges that in process right now. There is much that has been happening and there is more adjustment to be made. I have moved the furniture around and this is making me feel better. I hope that very soon there will not be any excess junk in the house and that all that we have will be in use or stored neatly. I hope that all that needs to be mended will be made right and lengthen the life and use of our means and materials. May our efforts be met with success and appreciation; and our hearts rejoice in knowing one another.
Hey Misty, I love the firey music and poetry I hear bursting forth from your soul! You go and have fun expressing yourself fully in the world. Your gifts become ours when you share then. Thanks for being you. With much love and support, Fred
What's really cool about that rush of inspiration you shared and experienced is you sent it out, full force, the moment you experienced it/felt it/Loved it, so in a very very real sense, maybe even more real than the moment you are up on stage fulfilling that dream, you have already done so in a way that only nonlocal Reality could describe! That is such a liberating thing to consider, that the realization of your dream began the moment you considered it and loved/cherished it, and a very willing and Conscious universe responds and accepts and agrees with you....
Rock on you Shining Diamond!!!!! (to borrow loosely from Pink Floyd)
Love, Chris
Glad you were diggin' the vibe. I feel really good right now. I like that Floyd song, I've gotta add it to my playlist that I have been compiling. I finally got to listen to the whole thing today. It's been running all day long as I have been standing on a chair and painting the ceiling in the garage. My mom moved the furniture out of here so now it's down to the band area and a few tables for playing board games, holding texas hold'em tournaments and gathering around for good meals. Mom moved the furniture into the sun room and that is now ''her space''. *wink and a smile* Scott is already in there watching a movie. I had an old five gallon bucket of paint that my mother in law used to paint her new house. she left it here when she moved out. It is a pale cream yellow colour and it has been sitting in the utility room for almost a year and had grown thick. I got it out, along with the brush and roller that I used when painting my daughters nursery 8 mos. ago. I started by painting a small patch and within minutes paint was everywhere. I abandoned the crusty brush and began using my hand. I did this for a while until I had to take a break and washed my hands.....I decided to use the roller. It took some muscle and as I painted my movements became more fluid and elongated. I became comfortable standing in the chair and stretching overhead. My mind cleared and my body moved with the music as I watched my arms move the roller across the ceiling; replacing the dark brown with the creamy yellow colour. In my mind I conjured the image of Mr. Myagi..."Paint the fence."
I would stop and assess my work and each time I could feel the room brightening. The dark brown was a beautiful colour but I always had trouble lighting this room because the dark, dark paint on the ceiling would suck up the light. I wound up painting almost the whole ceiling. I decided to leave a chunky strip of the original colour running the length of the far wall; above the band area and computer area. It looks good. And I got to experience the good feeling of the great paint medium.
It's all good.
The room is so much lighter and feels more open now.
Soon, Very soon, people will gather here. I hope it's good.
~~LOVE~~