There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Sunday, June 12


I went out into public last night for the first time in a long time. I watched people. It was interesting. It was like staring into the aquarium. I have found myself again, and not sure how that fits into what is happening around me. I am not worried about that at all really, its just another stepping stone I know that I will cross with my own style and won’t be persuaded otherwise.

I realized one thing last night, I need to surround myself with artists. Creative people. And I am not sure where to find them.

Saturday, June 11


Another dream set by the beach. I was at a conference for some kind of celebrity affair. I ended up sitting in an auditorium listening to a speech by someone. Then sitting next to a man that was familiar to me, but I don't really know who he was.

We ended up out at the actor trailer. They had taken our car while we were in the auditorium and had no way to get back to Santa Barbara. We were negotiating what they were capable of doing for us to get us home.

John Waters was there with long blonde curly hair. funny.

Friday, June 10


This will be a highly creative summer for me. I have spent a few months of truly recovering and hibernating. I have an opportunity to do some writing for a friend. He asked me for a couple of "poems" and I have been racking my brain trying to find "my words" again. I have become so internalized these last few months finding the visualization and personal vibrations.

Maybe that is a start to what I am wanting to convey outwardly. Find myinner communication, how ever that looks and be at one with it. Use it to its purpose that it uses me.

I am looking ahead to rewards of fruitful exposes.