Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"Today I resist and today is bright." Sounds like a plan to me.

Thanks bees to you.
Survived another day mingo.
That's a fantastic way to go to sleep on,
a survivor. We're all surviving something.

I found this quiz, thought it looked interesting
on abilities...
I'm 88% on both blue then yellow.
I always paint my rooms a light shade of calming blue
and I tend to lean towards yellow in the kitchen in bath. Could be a connection. Also I'll only wear silver, and blue or moonish colored stones. Turquoise is my choice over others. The one stone I've always wanted is a moonstone though, just haven't found it yet.

Oh anyway, I'm off topic. I'm an empath--healer type I guess.

Quiz

When it comes to color I'm for them all. I'm also for black and white. Greys. Blues. Earth tones, all the kinds and intensities of brown there are. Driftwood. Sand. That's why painting is such a such. You touch and touch and touch and thrust and thrust and thrust until it envelopes you & takes you all in. I look to the wild for inspiration on color. Not only to the sky but to the crevice and crook between two stones. But there are colors that exist only in their situation that you cannot have or take back with you because to do that destroys the situation you found it in and once ya do that you destroy the color that enchanted you in the first place.

mingo with the beautiful colors
inspiring, ty u.

While the country is drinking up the liquor cabinet, and the guns are being loaded, while the preachers are casting demons out of the smokers-- after they ate two big macs, or the corporate is busy making bigger better ads and keeping their workers too exhausted they make it home in time to crash, who is going to remember there are still even kids after 6 o'clock?

Somebody should be responsible while the rest of the people keep busy in adult affairs. Someone should read a book to them so they know the luxury of fairy-tales, and someone should let them help bake apple crisp instead of T.V dinners, someone should put an ice-pack on their bruised lip, scare away the monsters under the bed, and remember to hug them, to tell them, "You're going to grow up strong, and make a big difference in the world."

Yes
Very difficult for me to relate to the world children in the USA are growing up in. I think I must have been the last generation that was not baby sat by TV sets.

Neither of mine prefer to go outside
and I'd preferred never to come in...
Babysat, not by the T.V, but by some sort of technology...
bookbags equipped to hold Ipods, cellphones, MP3s and laptops.

I think I have the same problem
I feel "like a shut in without a home"

I can't tell you what a hole I have dug myself in
I used to love to walk
Walked for miles when I was a kid
and as a young man I would go out walking after midnight till the dawn's early light.

So heavy now I can hardly make it around the block.
my knees give out but I
Lost four pounds last week
Maybe my imagination but I feel better already.

Yes, I too love walking. No car here, but my legs are dependable. I found it out recently, that instead of looking to men to be dependable for me, I can depend fully on myself. What a relief. That's satisfaction.

That's the way to do it Jack, must be you've found good food better than those cardboard soy-burgers? Me too, on the losing, except mostly it's just turning to muscle, which I haven't had much of since I was climbing mountains. Now the blueberries were what attracted me. Can't get enough and that was the kisser upper or attraction to keep on keeping on.
Just takes you to make you.
I'm happy with you.

I used to go out walking after midnight with Patsy Cline

I'm just trying to kill the thirty year ache

My head is going to explode, nothing I hate more than being pressured in real life, getting the heavy of the heavy in guilt trips. I'm trying to make good choices. It's often out of my control, though I fight like a fantastic girl...
I guess it's what I like about writing, a good handle on the controlling to keep my make-believe from tipping over.

Some people think they know everybody
and they seem to be the ones who know no body really at all,
most especially their ownselves.

I'm always starving to death when pissed.

I really can't imagine.

Dear, it's just what it is.

I'm exhausted on the so called soul-less
tramping about and lashing out
with no worry what-so-ever of how it'll be;
of firey hell and monster claws
gnashing teeth or demon spines
they just care not whether they create obstacle
ones I must consider my soul on
my reactions that'll enhance or dash out
any last chances when I'm there
two breaths before all's decided,
and here they are without their worries
it burns me up, twists my insides.