There's So Much Travel Yet

Sharpening Senses. 

My mantra as of late has been: 

"Listen to yourself, follow your heart"

The Universe is shoving it in my face so much so, that even a strange woman came up to me and started reading me like an open book.
To which she said "You need to stop listening to everyone else, and just listen to you. Listen to your heart." she also tapped on other things such as Parents/Friends and that I need more Ego-Self Confidence! 

I swear this to you all. So strange and altering. 

Anywho, a guilty pleasure of mine is to read my horoscope off
Susan Miller

and occasionally ask a question with
  The Oracle.

I love it all, even down to the magic 8 ball. 

It's all good fun. 

This morning I randomly felt the need to ask the Oracle....

So I grabbed the book, closed my eye, ran my thumb along the pages while thinking of my question/quest 

and opened to:

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

urges you to follow your Heart 

instead of what other say. 

MEEP!

Hello, Tuesday. 

-Lu

Love Monday

Morning Queries

On Heavy Rotation

The Heart Is An Organ Of Fire

(collage "lost in love" 12/1/12)

I'm cautiously settling into a creaky four post bed. 

It's rather early here, but there's no haste.
I find retiring to bed with a glass of red, hearing cicadas scream, wearing my favorite peach slip, and all consumed by the comforting hum of a box fan drawing the sweet mid-west air into my room...

it's all far too comforting. 

Chicago in the Summer is cause for childhood nostalgia.   

Streets lined with meeting oak trees. 

Block Parties. 

The smell of fresh house paint and billowing BBQ's. 

Cicadas, fresh slurry, Italian ice. 

Playing tag, ghost in the graveyard, "don't touch the hot lava", bicycles. 

Sleep overs, sprinklers, mosquito bites, Ice pops.
Accents and inflection of 'Cicero'. 

Movie watching, face to face with a window AC.

Cold showers, no power, coolers of ice, sweat. 

I could go on for days,

good times or bad. 

It's all gets hidden away until a single sense triggers
a rush of memories. 

For me, this reflection happens every summer.

No matter what, my inner child goes haywire,
and I have to remind myself that I'm an adult.

But for tonight, I'm back in the third grade...

making up dances to songs with my three best friends, bike riding around town in the evenings to cool off, watching Airplane or Grease
in the basement while playing
MASH.

Life is fleeting.
No time wasting.

Summer Notes, 

-Lu 

This Very Moment

Smudge Makings.

Off Day

Back in Chicago.
Some things never change.
I can take comfort in that, right?

Today, I'm feeling a bit off kilter, restless, and unsure.
I'll blame this uneasiness on the Humidity,
 but really, it's just an off day.
All these emotions are stewing together in a dutch oven
above a dwindling bit of kindle.
Maybe throwing my fear and anxiety into the fire will help?
Very well, in it goes.

Hopefully, these doubts and fears are just
run-of-the-mill.

Tangled,
-lu