Horoscope's talkin'...

From my weekend....

Friday ~ You may have thought your need to retreat was just a passing notion, but today you're motivated to make it happen. It might be as simple as taking a walk by yourself or making a phone call to graciously bow out of a social engagement. Worrying about the consequences of your self-imposed isolation can turn your decision into a difficult one, but once it's made you'll probably feel relieved and ready to enjoy your mini-escape.

Saturday ~ It can be quite a challenge now to balance your desire for activities that add meaning to your life with other people's expectations that you should be more lighthearted and playful. But it's not business-as-usual for you these days and you may not be interested in shifting into party mode just to satisfy someone else. Now that chatty Mercury is in philosophical Sagittarius don't hesitate to say yes if you think a social engagement might provide a context for interesting conversation.

Sunday ~ It feels like one phase of your life is coming to an end, but this is just a sign that there are new opportunities right around the next corner. Today's mysterious Scorpio New Moon falls in your 12th House of Destiny, making the current transition more significant than you realize. But don't waste energy grieving what you are leaving behind; your enthusiasm for what's ahead is a key component to your success.

It is time to write...

INvisibility

I saw this on PostSecret and saved it. It spoke to my state of mind about dating some 2 years ago. Being invisible in this city of millions. No one seeking me.

But today, I found it, for it speaks to that state of being invisible. Some days I wonder --

if something happened to me, and I was gone tomorrow, would anybody miss me?

Death has been SO prevalent this year and while I've kept it together for a good part of the passings, today I learned of a fellow blogger's that tore at my heart. At work, as I found out the news, I found myself praying and crying, praying and crying, for her youth taken away....and realized how these tears are pent up from the death that has been at our door for the greater part of the summer, of the year.

She wasn't even 40....

I thought about when I found myself in tears at my local Hallmark, earlier this summer, as I was buying a sympathy card for Mr. Perfect, who'd lost his best friend.

He was MY age. Gone, much too soon!

Having known neither of them personally didn't matter -- what struck me was the suddeness, along with their ages. In that sense, it became personal, for I but HIS grace, go I.....

And I thought also of the love expressed AFTER their passing -- did either of them KNOW how they were LOVED in life? That is what makes my heart hurt, so. As invisible as I feel these days, where is the love that would be poured out if I was gone? Why can't I feel that now? Why don't we love well, in the present? It's enough to make me cry....

I pray for their loved ones, that they may be comforted, just as I pray that one day I won't feel so invisble....

..::More to Come::..

Snippets. Period.

I swear this is the summer of snippets. Can't get a full-on blog thought out for the life of me. Maybe in the fall, but in the meantime, here's what's on MY mind:

"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because you had the experience." Quote from a mother character in E.Lynn's final book. Resonates with me deeply this year. Especially since I had a heart-to-heart with my best friend across the oceans today. He actually admitted that the break-up convo is hard. For him, not just for her. That's a revelation!

I realized today that I've only had sex twice this summer. Sympathy sex and break-up sex. Pause. Moving right along...

Friendship. I'm coming to terms with all it encompasses. Saved a friendship over the weekend, although I don't quite know if it will ever be the same, yet, it has been repaired enough to grow again, I believe. Yet and still, I'm learning to be accept what constitutes friendship in the here and now, may be different from what I feel it is. That, and I'm slightly smarting over married couples that just can't be bothered with the likes of single, ol' me. As if I'm a pariah. I'm seeking out the love so it can be spread my way. It always seems like singles that know married folks, tend to become married, so may that luck hit yours truly in like fashion! Friends first, of course :)

Seems like summer just started and it's over MUCH TOO SOON! The grind is back at full tilt and I need ANOTHER vacation.

Lastly, am I? It appears I won, but it doesn't much feel like a prize. Shouldn't have even been a contest, truth be told. *singing --"Stop looking for, looking for, I'm the one......"*

Babies, babies and more babies. And weddings, too. And nope, still ain't got a date.

...::More to Come::...

If one more person dies....

I've found myself REPEATING that phrase this summer. It's painful to count the number of deaths, public and private, that I've learned about.


The tragic...

The unexpected...

The expected, if you will.


The latest (knock on wood) surely took me by surprise (again). I remember meeting E. Lynn back in the 90s at Vertigo Books, when it was in Dupont Circle. I had copies of his latest book in hand for his reading and his signature, as well as copies of his earlier books for my then-roommate. I didn't have my camera, so no pictures where taken, but I remember him being gracious and thankful that so many came out to support his work. Sadly, I've yet to upack my books from my move LAST YEAR, so that book, along with the others I've bought at many a now-closed independent book store are sitting in boxes upstairs, waiting, for a brand new bookcase to call home.....


I've never been a buyer of books, so I'm likely not a novelists' BFF. Rather, I'm a supporter of my local library and it's there that I test drive books that I may decide to add to my collection. When that decision is made, more often than not, I make the purchase at my local, independent bookstore. Although I've not found or supported a particular store here in the ATL, I have fond memories of the stores long gone that I frequented in DC:


Bicks Books in Adams Morgan, where my "fetish" for erotica was born and stoked...

Karibu, first in PG Plaza, then Bowie...where I knew folks and folks knew me...

Vertigo in Dupont, then College Park...

Kramerbooks & Afterwords, and my first "date" with the Good Rev. Dr...

Olsson's downtown at Metro Center, was it?...


For all the stories & characters, quotes & scenes, lyrics & sounds I've loved before, by all the authors and artists that are no longer with us, I bid you adieu and pray that you rest, peacefully....

..::More to Come::..

An Ode...

- to be completed
- before the end of the month
- promise!


It all started with ice cream and trains...and ended with rainier cherries and rug burns. The "..." won't be revisionist history, nor is it the stuff of novel(as), but it should be documented.

..::More to Come::..

Song of the Day: "Everybody's Somebody's Fool" by Etta James