get up get down

be fluid



Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb – burn with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home – is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be . . . where I’ll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I’m just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I’m dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

never stop learning

never stop learning



another leaf. 

it crumbles like in the fall, whipped around, and then crunched into many pieces. 

thrown into the churn like flavor to butter.

around and around

smashed it pieces, stuck in with the cream, and turned into a beautiful product.

Here we go again. It’s on to a new thing. Well a couple, actually. Starting off with a new March in a week (transition time currently). And then new summer adventures with graduate school looming (a good looming) in the future. It brings me to a couple of months ago when I sat talking to a verdic astrologist…

He said that I “would see a lot of change. Don’t try to resist, these changes are like a rushing river–they will break through. You might get the feelings of a boxer before a fight, just relax, the changes are all for the better.”

my head rushed.

what had the last year been?

cold grey cleveland, desk job, good yet ready to pop

ghetto in the mountains, mean middle schoolers

IT company, great benefits, grey cube

yoga training, new life

now my head continues to spin

private tutor, college tutor

GRE and snow storms

teaching english and people from whole new worlds

grad school acceptance

less teaching yoga, more doing yoga

moving to a new place 

friends come and others go

Here we go again. Excited for the change, but is it now ending? continuing on until 2015? I guess that is the thrill. Allow the wind to blow your hair, give you new style, but keep your feet grounded.

churn on


I love you
And everything about you
Won’t you stay away
So I can get my work done in the day, Okay
And maybe in the meantime,
You and me will be fine

If you just relax
And check your eyes for cataracts
Its plain to see
That I was meant for you and you were meant for me
Darling hold me tightly,
I think you and me we might be

Falling, Falling, Falling, I’m falling
In love

Drama queen,
Like when you see a fire
You grab the gasoline
Now honey please calm down,
Yes don’t make a scene
They’re asking us to leave now,
I’m calling the police

Yes he’s a manly man
Cause you’re defending me just like a punching bag
But I can take a punch
If you can take a jab

You catch me when I fall
And dress your wounds with alcohol

I’m falling, falling , falling, I’m falling
In love

Fall on

one love

Happy Valentine’s Day

confession: I’m not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day; however, I am a fan of showing your love for everyone every day.

I titled this as “one love” as in this is an explanation of ONE of my many loves, but one of my important ones.

My family is alright about showing love for each other, but they never really do anything outrageous. It’s potentially because when someone does something outrageous we get a little timid and frustrated because we are “outdone.” Honestly, I really don’t know why receiving is so hard. So, it brings me to today.. being the receiver, but throwing the ball back.

Last night, I received this exact link ( from my father.

I don’t know what it’s like to be a parent (and will not know anytime soon), but I do know what it is like to be loved by my two wonderful parents. It’s just a little funny because I think back to so many of my cantankerous days and my parents got the brunt of it all. I feel bad about that, I cannot lie. But on those days, they were the ones who made me happy or at least made me think about where this frustration or anger was coming from and how to deal. How to look on the bright side of life. While it seems quite obvious that parents would show their children how much they love them, it’s not always like that and I can’t imagine not having these “teachers” in my life.

Cheers to the two that taught me how to walk and to talk, who taught me how to love unconditionally, who taught me how to cook, who taught me that passion and happiness are so much more important then your paycheck and social status, who taught me that no one can take your education and experiences from you, and that no matter how big you “screw up” you are still a very beautiful and successful person.

be love

and I saw my reflection

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
And can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

To often we get caught up in all the junk in life and forget to take a moment to ourselves. To stop and allow ourselves to change and to follow the ocean tides. The oceans tides of our nature, not of society. Society has a way of pushing us, bruising us. No one likes to be abused, so why do we allow the mob mentality to get to us as individuals? Push back and stand up. That might mean walking away. Separate yourself from your workday, your exercise routine, and your bank account. when you look at the mirror in the sky, the makeup falls away, the grades disappear, and what others think or say does not matter. Let your true self shine.

find your true reflection

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