Palm Beach Opulence: a Fair and a Show House

                                            photo taken by me.

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We now can taste with our eyes

Le'Espalier. Visit the best food in Boston or the world, here.

I THANK GOD FOR MOUTHWATERING FOOD and EVEN MORE, THE VISUAL BEFORE THE TASTE.

xx

La Di Da

 Degas' Blue Dancers.

Bright blue tutus hover above bruise covered knees that lock and release.

Silky satin ribbons sweep across the saw dust covered stage: Yellow, pink, even purple.

A rhythm of count seven-eight is whispered among the cluster of floating dolls.

Leaps of faith that soar effortlessly and land swiftly on that splintery platform.

Maybe it was the hair pulled back tight, the twisted bun above the body leading the feet in a parallel sensation-

Maybe it was the torn and scratched slippers that cover the strangely blistered and strained toes-

Or maybe it was the sway of the hips and that un-chartered extension of the thigh-leg-foot.

Will it ever make sense the magic of the dance recital?

The vanilla scented sweat that stays glistening lightly on the baby smooth foreheads.

One day I’ll capture that special moment,

that split second in time when you are mid-air and legs high above the mid-plane and arms somewhere around heaven and soul singing to you that this is where it is meant to be.

And then the cruelness of gravity brings us back to reality and back to the sores and heartache but our soul lingers for one moment more…

And this is the magical and insanely incredible experience that keeps bringing me back to the pain of the inner thighs and the over working of the knees and the weakness of the shoulders and the rocks in the feet because there is magic in dance and the feeling is so addicting and I will never give it up.

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Ah, but sadly, I did give it up, and I have strayed far from those days... My body now in aches out of the lack of dance in my life and oh how I need to return to those beats and movements...my body needs it so.

things always look better in a polaroid.

moments.pictures.memories.

Creature comforts

Daydreaming of a bed so pure and a hammock so lush.

The sun is streaming in through my window, inviting me to play. I wait, linger in it's touch and then decide I'd rather curl up inside, with a good book and a cup of tea and dream the day away in this sunny nook...

Duchamp.

For the semi-art nerd in me, I find this quite hilarious. 

R. MUTT 1917.

that pool of pink

 

Last night, we sat beside a pool of pink,

Clippered with lilies scudding the bright chromes,

Keen to the point of starlight -  

Le Monocle de Mon Oncle [W.S.]

freedom

enough said.

under the stars

Have you ever danced under the stars at night fall with the delicate breeze of the coast upon your gentle cheek and the misty sea air infiltrating those sullen lungs desperate for oxygen?
I have.
The beach was vacant and the sky a deep and hazy blue -- 
A dark blue, the one that arises after the sun has left her perch and the stars come out to play and twinkle.
The wind was kind and gentle to me
and the waves crashed softly on the silken sand, but only so much as to remind me that I was on their land.
Up and down the beach was empty except for me, my soul and my creator. 
Swirling and leaping and twirling in the nighttime air.
Sometimes I just stood there, arms outstretched and head raised to the universe above and beyond.
It is too magical sometimes to even accept.
I stood there, not knowing quite what to think but knowing that I was exactly where I needed to be in that space that was purely my own and showing the soul within that used to be so very afraid--
but there and then on my beach and on that night with that wind and those stars and those waves, this soul was so very open.
I looked up at the big round glassy globe above and I think I could just touch that glimmer of a star if only I prayed hard enough.
Oh to have such overblown emotions and experiences such as these to remind us that we are ever so special and the world is ever so good.

I implore you to kick of your shoes, run out to the coastline and dance to your very own song and pray your very own prayer. It keeps life in perspective and can cause smiles within and always. xx

sunshine state

Ok, bags are packed, alarm is set and I'm ready for the beach!

Deep heat

 O Florida, Venereal Soil

A few things for themselves,

Convolvulus and coral,

Buzzards and live-moss,

Tiestas from the keys,

A few things for themselves,

Florida, venereal soil,

Disclose to the lover.

The dreadful sundry of this world,

The Cuban, Polodowsky,

The Mexican women,

The negro undertaker

Killing the time between corpses

Fishing for crayfish ...

Virgin of boorish births,

Swiftly in the nights,

In the porches of Key West,

Behind the bougainvilleas,

After the guitar is asleep,

Lasciviously as the wind,

You come tormenting,

Insatiable,

When you might sit,

A scholar of darkness,

Sequestered over the sea,

Wearing a clear tiara

Of red and blue and red,

Sparkling, solitary, still,

In the high sea-shadow.

Donna, donna, dark,

Stooping in indigo gown

And cloudy constellations,

Conceal yourself or disclose

Fewest things to the lover---

A hand that bears a thick-leaved fruit,

A pungent bloom against your shade.

[Wallace Stevens]

the deep and sultry heat of the coast, those gilded mansions and sweet sweet palms await my arrival... FL i am returning.

My Favorite Things:

 

Ring jeweled fingers: Champagne Mangos: Multi-colored fur jackets: Old and Torn Jeans that bag too much: The smell of coconut: vanilla bean: Black Micron pens in 01 diameter: Twisty straws: crushed mint: beach waved hair braided and messed: spending all day curled up with my fashion magazines: purple skies: bright stars that beg for wishes: twinkling fairy lights: peonies in full bloom: Climbing on every rock: making adventures out of the ordinary: dreaming bigger dreams: raw jewel colored stones: being the center of attention: Chanel circle sunglasses: the girls that know they rock: thrifting for IT: resurrecting happiness: Playing just to play: warm French bread under the fig tree: make believe: 6-inch heels that make you look twice: the calm after the thunder: journaling: pond floating: grilled lemons in june: ice cream roadtrips when the dusk arrives: forever being young: cashmere: truffled mini burgers: saying “yehiyeh Tov” and meaning it: hugs that linger too long: that moment when it all just feels right: Impromptu dance parties that last until the sun peeps overhead: music that awakes the soul: typewriter words that say more than they ever meant to say: cappuccino when it comes with a rock candy lollipop: fashion blogs: remembering what it is all about: nude lips: obnoxiously large and gold jewelry: notes that say what you need to hear : being in complete control of my insanity: breath : being able to say I’m satisfied at the end of each day: a calm beat and lyrics that ring true: accepting the change:

& knowing god is forever and always one.

FL SUN.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      [wildfox]

Prepping, Packing, Anxiously awaiting my 5:30 am alarm on Thursday to tell me that Vacation has come.
SUN and FUN and FAMILY and FOOD and all GOODIES that VACATIONS bring.
So, two work days will fly by before I fly away!

what's in a name?

" 
But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you. Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all
                                                 " [Louis Sachar ]

What's your real name? Live it, dream it, be it.
We all have one name we prefer more, and when we find it, we must stick to it and tell everyone that this is who we are!  

The beat goes on.

Every year since I turned 18 I have written a poem on my birthday. The words are always raw and intense, usually in the past quite sad, as birthdays never seemed so glorious for me. My poems reflect upon my year, my internal feelings and in essence they are a snapshot of me at that current moment of life. As I wrote my 21 poem, I realized just how much I have grown. The words this time were positive and upbeat, not the same tune of sadness that has stung my poems in the past. Since the 18 poem, I have used the metaphor of my life as a beat, a melody of sorts, I weave it through each birthday poem, so as to have a continual theme, that keeps them all in the same anthology. So I am sharing my 21 poem here, since it is me currently.

21.

Drum Beats and colored twinkle lights

It’s a new tune now-

of growth and excitement

Adventures and gas pump junk food.

Travel induced splendour

And goodies all around.

This year bleeds ripe and luscious.

Perhaps this rhythm will stick within,

I believe it will.

Dive bars on the water and candles lit just because.

I’ll tell you it feels like a deep breath in to be healthy.

A waterfall spring and gypsy dances.

Spirituality within and must we sing so loud to our very own hymnal!

This time the tune is drum felt –heart stretched- soul opened-

And dripping in sweetness.

For such a journey has occurred and this delights one greatly.

A ditch is dark and cavernous and only time heals that moldy wound.

So perhaps it has been fixed.

A gear twerked in the Yes position and a lot of dirt digging and muddy knees and fingernails, before this day.

But now it is garden wildflowers and herbed organics in the sun drenched field.

The smell of lilac without the aftertaste of coal.

A lick of lemon just to indulge in that orange.

This is my beat currently.

That old song is sore and repetitive but I have changed that inward station.

This is Afro Pop and World Funk with overtones of Halleluyah!

21 and the beat is so alive and evolved.

G-d bless this song!