open your hands of it

Father 

Oh Father,

I trust You

with 

my 

loves

the weather has caught up to my leg hair.

Spring love is wonderful. I find myself gazing into the eyes of birds and even that one crow who always tries to shit on me can't take the skip/trip out of my step. I look out my window at night and am torn between a love of leaves and lament that they block the stars. In spring, Scandi Seattlites get back of the neck burned at 68°. She got her first kiss last night on a dock with meteors in the sky, which I love for her. There are flowing skirts and cutoff shorts with prickly winter legs and floppy hats and sometimes shirtless lawn mowing or fully clothed weed-wacking in our case. Our darling neighbor planted flowers in our dandelion patch when he thought no one was home. I finished the best Steinbeck/book I have ever read, and I know now that I have a choice. I am loosely pursuing the harmonica and drinking beer on the porch, both of which are learning me how to pucker my lips, which are starting to regain feeling 3 or 4 years post jaw-saw. I told my bedmate that I wanted a musical outlet, and she thought that was funny. "You're the best whistler i know, and you sing and drum and stuff. What more do you need?" She's probably right, but this season just brings out the creator in me and I want to perform and create and maybe even procreate (shock value!) because hanging out with a baby and a 4 year old every week makes me so. So. Happy. To be in love with spring.

Now Put Some Voodoo On It!

My good friend Kjersti showed me this video a while back and it is one of the best things I have seen/heard in a long time. This world needs more soul. 

This isn't a music forum or anything, but get your soul on today. 

some slide guitar, some motown, some voices that dare to go above a raspy whisper and singers who aren't afraid to look ridiculously affected by the tones they belt. (*See Galen Dissten of Pickwick waggling his fingers out of control to hit those juicy notes). We don't need to play it cool anymore. 

You can't tell me you don't feel like groovin when Marvin "Heard It Through The Grapevine" Gaye comes on.

That your frugal sensibilities aren't swayed by the smooth pleas of Aloe "I Need A Dollar" Blacc

That Jamie "A Little Bit More" Lidell doesn't put a bounce in your steps

Just try and convince me that Janelle "Tightrope" Monae doesn't make you want to shake off the bad mojo and move on. 

There's a reason its called soul. Its good for ya. 

the me in your mind

How about this: we introduce our shadows of each other and wish them a happy ever after. Then maybe You and I can sit and drink tea in peace. That would be so lovely nice. 

boosh.

Questions I am currently contemplating:

Do deaf people think that people who are yawning are screaming?

How do blind people dream?

What if there was a carnivore amidst the Land Before Time gang?

Where do rogue socks end up during the laundry process?
What if Rosa Parks had had a car?
Can primordial soup ease the common cold?
Why is it that we are sickest before the symptoms kick in?
How do you throw away a garbage can?
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Are there any other words for synonym?
Why does a 24/7 convenience store need locks on the doors?
How does the snow-plower get to work in the morning?
Who comes to the rescue when the tow truck breaks down?
What if a surgeon had a heart attack while performing a surgery?
Why do vegans like things shaped/textured/colored like meat?
If there was an earthquake right now, would I really trust the door frames to protect me?

Questions I can't answer and am frustrated by:

Why don't Seattlites greet each other in passing?
What is the balance between grace and accountability?
How is Denzel Washington always so attractive?
What purpose did my bedroom serve 100 years ago?
Did our house originally have a fireplace?
Why do the things I make an effort to ignore crop up so often?
How come people don't sing to each other anymore?
Why is it that I always make eye-contact with creeps?
How many things do I claim to not like but, given a second try, would actually love?
If I were to repeat my same life looking just 10 degrees in a different direction in every instance, what would I see? Who would I be?
What is my favorite season?
Why does my hair take so long to grow?
Why do things cost money?

Questions I know the answer to but cant/wont say:

Why am I frustrated right now?
Who ate all the m&m's in maddy's trailmix?
Why does my heart race when I smell honeysuckle or cigarettes?
How awesome is the 4th of July?
Where does the restlessness come from?
What makes him so inescapably wonderful?
Where is home?
Will I always be so stubborn?
What if I had said something sooner?
How did I stand to listen to the Destiny's Child's first album every day for months?
Why did I ever think it was a good idea to buzz cut my head?
Why do I ignore my instincts?

What happens to a dream deferred?

What am i going to eat for dinner?