Entry# 11,837 days alive.

Entry # Its beginning to lift, 11,837 days alive and counting,

We've lived in uncomfortable conditions you and I and them; abuse, violence, curse language, no running water, without heat, no electricity, without much food. Taking cold showers is something we continue to do because we like it. We're always adjusting. Adjustments to make that musical score sound a certain way. Adjusting the light just right to cast the shadow at night. Adjusting the spices for the dish just right. The inseam so it will fit nice, the current to get the right weld transfer. Natures adjustments to the softness of magnolia flower petals don't fluctuate much. Or the waterproofing abilities of the butterfly wing. It reminds me of the softness of your skin A. Salomon.

Be good to yourselves. Baking soda and lemon juice are great for brushing your teeth. Serious stuff here, stop buying toothpaste that warns you of the dangers of swallowing. You don't have to swallow it, it seeps into your tongue. You could choose to stop buying so much, made by so many, that make so much that isn't good for us. Start making your own, or buying from a friend whom makes with love.

Magnolia trees bursting with flowers everywhere I look. Precious feelings travel through me when I hear Sheena Maries music. From Earth I rise and have I told you your eyes are brighter than I remember them? Skin aglow like the petals hit by Suns light. Listening to her is so soothing. I would like for her to get into a studio and record all of her songs so that everyone can feel this feeling. The landscapes of her music are so rich in color and texture. The intonations saturated with so much attitude. I see magentas and golden yellows and oranges and the occasional neon blue. Love her so much. Her musical score with its abstract sounds speaks a language so many can understand. We all suffer. In different ways, different levels. Laying on soft cotton sheets at Jesa's funnelcake house and grateful in mind. Separate from one another we are not. You truly are a little bit of every one you encounter. So learn from them what you will. And share with them what you will. A robust couple of days in Somerville's open studio land. Needed a nap and was awoken to the smell of mashed potatoes, cilantro and beeswax candles made with love by Jesa. Love stronger than ever mother Janet and angelic soulful sisters Sheena Marie and Whitney Angelica. Too soon to tell you how I feel about what happened.

Pages and pages written ages ago. Personal, intimate pages of a story that needs a quieter space in the woods for seven days, seven years. Have you seen yourself lately? Your eyes are brighter than I remember them. And your skin glows like a jelly fish beneath a festival of lights. Mmm, the petals of the magnolia tree are falling to the ground and I am reminded of the beauty in Now. The closer you move toward me the deeper into you I see that You Are Me.

I overheard a person saying this in a bathroom at a meeting, " I was completely conscious of my actions for seven days, and on the eighth day, when I arrived back into the circuit board, the grid, I threw it away. ''

You know that If you want, you can take what you learn from the language of others, the music, the movement in the lines in the piece of art, the painting, the pottery, the feeling of the costume on your skin, the nourishment in the food, from the festivals, these gatherings, these studios, galleries, makers spaces, around the globe. Adopt the rules outside of these spaces and share them with others of all ages.

Exist outside of yourself by loving others; your children, your family, friends. You likely feel the expansion. Its uncomfortable to know all we know, but there is no bliss is ignorance. No, 
Blissful ignorance is a diss blown like a deadly kiss to the kids whom will be our age in ten / twenty years. 
Many moments capture attention like strict strikings of matches sizes of you over and on again. The layers are unimaginable. 
Feeling old and unexplainable. I walked around a corner that revealed a scene of a familiar stranger playing keys that create sounds on an accordion blue and sparkling. It strikes you. Life is striking. Its striking and violent and gentle and hard and fluid and it brings on watery eyes that open up real conversations. Or choose silence, but learn to listen more. Walk away and around hearing always the sound and wondering if they know what feelings and assume that they too have felt it. Watery pieces of artwork conceal ghosts that we may or may not want to talk about.

Hm, to quell the swell the surge the urge of what it means to truly merge. Maybe, maybe not. Do not fear at all the fall for it impresses upon your heart a moment shared with earth. Over and over again you know that after the storm of great snow comes the blossoming, the awesoming of something great you know. And thats that you are great. You are great when we didn't know you and you are great into the future. We love you like we love ourselves. And if and when we see you again we will give you a hug.

Fallon Leigh o.