In the mid-sections.

This is more difficult than I thought it might be. On one hand, I can obviously write anything I'd like to. I can pretend the whole world has forgotten me and pour out my soul onto these pages(?). Alternatively, I feel the pressure of a thousand eyes and can't get Julie and Julia out of my mind. I've decided just to write.. whatever may be, will be; seize the day; I'm sick of sitting here going some lines forward, only to go forty words back. 

Onwards. 

SO, I have a few books I'm in the process of reading. As a back story, I've just moved to Sonoma County and am literally running away from the boredom that is looming. It seriously is an ominous force that I see hovering in the midst of my mid-day activities. In fight mode, I've surrounded myself with books, ingredients, bleach, and some other way exciting cleaning objects. So far, so good. That is, until my roomie became MIA for what will amount to ten days :/ The privacy to walk directly from the bathroom to my bedroom, robed (or not), is nice, but I could do without. (If you are reading, COME HOME!). Anyways, books. 

One Writer's Beginnings by Eudora Welty

It is a humble book. If this was a self-analysis, I would make a whole bunch of conclusions, but really, that's only fun for me. Instead, I'll share the best piece of advice that Eudora has given me so far. It inspired me to begin this blog and to keep plugging away at novels I sometimes want to give up on. Apparently lifted from one of her memorable novels, Sanford and Merton, the quote is, "If we would be great, we must first learn to be good." You may, of course, translate this in your soul's own language, but for me, it screamed longevity. Going the distance, what have you. I'm terrible at beginning a writing project and giving up once I've lost sight somewhere in the middle. Not so good in terms of taking writing seriously as a profession...
One more shining piece of enlightenment from this book? Sorry, like I said, I'm only in the middle.

There's more, anyways.

Deepak Chopra's Poemas de Amor de Rumi


Love. Even if I don't understand all the words, I get the meaning. Besides, something about the passionate red cover with the blooming rose at it's center and the appeal of its being in another language... I just feel sexy reading it. Ha! Well, I do... Can't say it has given me any great advice though. It provides me with something similar and that is hope. You see, I have decided to kick up the gear and continue on with my Spanish education. At the very least, it gives me an hour's worth of vrooooom! Take solar panels, for example, they are placed in visual spots, usually, in order to capture the sun. They take what is already available to them and make it work for the benefit of others. I am not the panels, I am the owner of those panels. I possess a commodity (las poemas) that explains, for me, that I am concerned with the betterment, er enrichment, of my life. I don't own any solar panels, but if they make you feel as cool as learning Spanish, I'd like some.

I'll leave you with my favorite so far. Try it out on your lover, maybe you'll find a whole new meaning of rewarding.
The poem is called, "Ven A Mi" (page 31) <--- just in case you want the whole poem.
My favorite part:

ven, ven conmigo
y juntos viviremos
rodeados de estrellas*

has estado oculto mucho tiempo
vagando a la deriva
en el mar de mi amor.*


Well, anyways, it inspired me to write my own.
I figured that was the best way to practice.
Here goes.


En el pais de los amantes
yo soy tuyos.
Pero yo soy Americano tambien.
Vivo en mi ciudad,
mientras que mi corazon,
vive en el cielo.


It might not be Rumi's, but it's mine, in Spanish, so, me gusta mucho :)


I'm off to start the day. This was a nice way to drink my coffee though. I hope for many more occurrences, some perhaps a little deeper. Enjoy your day too. My advice: Find some way to make yourself feel sexy. We can handle it.