Friday, November 09, 2012
it's true. there are days when i just want to hook up the Shasta and drive away. somewhere quiet. with just the sound of the ocean or my Lake in the background. where i can think. or not think, but use my hands in making some art to distract my brain and will let my mind explore possibilities. whenever something hurtful is said, do you ever stop and wonder if it was in response to something you've said or done? do you just assume that you "deserved" what was said? it's a tricky process to decide if the words were hurtful because they struck a nerve, or if they were hurtful because they were intentioned with arrows. i don't want to miss an opportunity to grind down a rough edge, but neither do i want to carry someone else's issues in my sack. and somedays, i think the shasta is the best way to go.
i don't own this shasta...don't want to mislead you. but ever since i met a Lovely Incredible Woman by the Lake who lived in a shasta, i wanted one. and i wanted to be my imagining of what she was like...sort of a smoke-and-mirrors role model. and whenever i am overwhelmed, or just need a day of Deep Thinking, i imagine myself living in a Shasta in the woods, by a river or lake or ocean, and listen for the shushhh shushhhh of the water, and relax and think. i think i'll walk diva, then re-walk myself. the woods are welcoming today.
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