24 hours ago

I was walking on the beach in santa monica towards venice. It was actually about 28 hours ago now.

I was jumping up and down on the sand. I was successful. I did what I came for. I know where I'll be the next 4 months. I have a new mailing address. You could say I'm a Santa Monica resident now. I return to SF only for my belongings. A few more loose ends and then to the south.

I cannot express how excited I am.
Everything is falling into place.
Following the path of least resistance.
Even the ties strengthening in the bay area.
Others have been cut, some released, some bonded more.
There is a reason for all these.

I'm interested to see where they all go. I'm detached, yet in the thick of experiencing. I put my ego aside, yet I feel these emotions so strongly. I am again a tool. I will be a perfect tool.

"I'll give you what you want
mind
body
soul
...
...
...
except one thing,
I have to escape."

That's the only kind of commitment I can give.

"I took. I went and took.
What did I leave in return?
My change."

I'm a catalyst. A tool of the universe. And in being used, I too am sharpened and honed.

Comments

[davis]

Heather, congratulations on the big move. The first ocean beach I ever stepped on was in Venice. I was in high school. There was a girl on roller skates with a snake. The things you remember.

Also, not long ago my uncle saw Steven Tyler taking some kid (not Liv, I guess) to the Santa Monica pier. Watch for that!

Another also, I see that you have "Goodbye Jumbo" in your listening list. I get the "Message in a Box" song in my head sometimes. It won't leave. There it is now, in fact. Drive your car around the woooorld.