and this morning I am listening to this song LOUD over my tea!

Out on a ledge
Precipice like
An invite to a dance
Breathing between
Molecules of fear
Beneath stars
I am now fifteen
My arrogance
Knows no bounds
On that train
Years ago, writing
Stubborn and free
Another page turns
This is the canvas
It’s a fierce joy
Of the leap.

Story, as a remembrance of things future, is therefore an arrow pointing to a timeless aspect of who we are—the most glorious story of all. (Larry Dossey)

..so what if we were to imagine and write stories of ourselves, as they take place in the future? What would happen? Obviously it's going to be in the tense of something that 'already happened', kind of like a future past perfect. "I will have taken over Buckingham Palace and painted it shocking pink".

mmm…. food for thought.

I had an epiphany this morning. Or perhaps it actually started last night, but this morning it finally took shape. On another note, I definitely am allergic to MSG. Eeek! It makes my mouth hurt. Not a good thing.

Tomorrow I am going to go to an art store and get myself something I can use as my first sketch book. The way my life has been going recently with all its twists and turns, and considering how much is coming in this new year, I want to have a physical tangible record of some things. Like train tickets. The passenger leaf. Picture of snow on hilltops and the way the river sparkled, almost like it was making fun of my infatuation and old iPod. Words, phrases and moments in time. Thoughts and insights which buzz in and then evaporate unless I put them down somewhere. Information, dreams and plans. Poems. From now on the days will wear my fingerprints all over them and I will make my sketchbook resolution half digital – half old world. Blog+audio+video+photo+perfectly editable & digital meets pen+paper+glue+page+touchable and messy. Voila.

My other epiphany was about L.A. In the last 5 months I have hankered for Europe and London, specifically. I have been wanting to make a move and leave L.A. behind ever since June and my magical serendipitous trip there. But something would always come up and keep me here. And just now I realized: my time here is not over yet. L.A. and I yet have a dance to dance. And it's just about to begin.

So I have a mission now – gods, how I love that word: mission. It must really resonate with the Capricorn in me. And the mission is: to find magic in this city wherever I go and whatever I do. And expect it, find it, document it… and make L.A.  if not my Home, then a friend and playmate. The mission is to re-discover it and fall in love with it after all this time, leave the baggage behind and become the Master Alchemist of Life that I know I am capable of being.