Your writing is an arrows length beyond picturesque. The blending of fiction and non-fiction playfully creates a pallet with infinite imagery, colorization, & multi dimensional variations.
2-14 is often a day of dread to many.
Perhaps it’s the concentration of a years worth of angst, love (abundance or lack of)and or desire for true connection. EX: Hedwig “The origin of love”
Thank you for the compliment! And, good to know someone has enjoyed what I’m writing. 🥰 On all of the posts, I do so dig staging the photo images. After 4 posts, I’m starting to nurture the format of choice, giving more thought on how to evolve it. Once I start writing, I realize how much fun it can be.
Tea is near top of my to-sip list, though raw cacao with almond milk and a half scoop of my favorite chocolate protein powder is my go-to. Coffee, I crave, though limit because too much is not good for my skin. I’m like a see through fish: whatever I consume shows on my face. … I recall sipping tea at the bar the night Scott invited me to his karaoke event when we met. You’re a great singer! 😎 The tea was to nurture my vocal cords for a loud argument scene on the following film day.
Once I can put relocation behind me, I am sure I will consistently rejoice throughout February’s red-n-pink festivities. Starting up life again from such stillness is no easy climb, particularly with a most desired and needed move to plan. Not my top skill, though I would hope to gain purposeful understanding for the current struggle in time. I could sure use a ride from Pegasus to the next destination! Cheers, PJ! Enjoy the weekend 🎊
Wow you have such a pristine recollection of when we met! I am not sure, but I would assume this involves the same part of your brain that gives you this voracious descriptive ability.
Your words on paper seem to come from the same source or core element, that you deliver your paint on canvas from.
Stillness seems to be something that is more elusive than it is attainable. You on your journey to LA is just a reflection of the constant movement of ourselves, and everything else in the vast environment of the cosmos.
Like me, I seem to be any incessant, circular motion, similar to the shark, that knows the only way to survive is to keep moving.
It seems, I’ve decided to put myself in the service to help others, while sustaining the strength of a singular Spiders thread tethered to my personal dreams & desires.
I am enjoying my adventure from one task or creation to the next. Meanwhile I work on my intent & commitment to be the best humanE being I can be.
PEGASUS:Bon Voyage.
I hope your week is blessed with wondrous joy, calmness, and a dash of adventure. May the translucence of your skin illuminate to you, your true inner beauty that others see quite clearly.
Thank you 💝 Your observation and depth of person leaves a mark easily remembered, as also revealed through the creativity in your music. Your presence is profound, as you were sipping tea also to nurture voice. Intelligence and purposeful you are 🥰 My memory is strongly for sight, sound, and interest. I can recall moments back into the 70s describing what everyone was wearing in detail, their position and poise in visual composition, and how a connection through voice or the eyes struck me. Such recognition of what resonates is a blessing I’ve grown to appreciate.
Funny story, recently surfaced by a friend, occurred around age 7 in the Hilton after my part in a fashion show. In fascination with glass elevators, I discovered the rainforest bar at the top delightful as rain lamps of the time. Climbing with an acrobatic belly slide onto a tall bar stool, I requested pink squirrel and a Tom Collins for my cousin, calling the bartender on his recipe adjustment. The dictionary, the billboard history of rock-n-roll, and the bartender’s bible were memorization sources in idle unattended time as a kid. My grandfather, however, not so amused, extracted us in WWII soldier mode with restrained calmness in explaining expectations and age restriction on alcohol consumption.
There is something about the creative flow that breathes in as oxygen to the brain. Unpacking that in the future is most desired as I meditate every feeler toward the answers and fortune leading out of San Francisco and into a more warm and safe location. The health management delay was most frustrating! Like catching COVID before COVID was a thing 🤔New places of distance are more challenging to reach, as I would hope to find a hand in as I did upon arriving here. Currently, this stands a moment of setting sail as I can see the water’s texture beneath my boat while scanning for a flare in the distance.
A delightful week to the wonderful human you already are. Cheers & peace! And, thank you for sharing your pre-release with me. Film fest time! 😎
You are so very welcome. I have been meaning to respond all week. Your words are like a hearty soup, my mind is like thick bread patiently soaking up each drop. I applaud you for the astute observational skills. I wish I could remember more details of my childhood and such. I fear I probably block most of it due to possible pain filled memories. This is not necessarily a bad thing.
No, I am grateful for everyone I’ve had.
There is knowledge and strength to be gained in every situation, I believe.
I’ve been hesitant in responding because I’ve been so overwhelmed and exhausted, mentally, and physically. The journey and job I took on is definitely an extreme one. Especially living where I’m working, it becomes an overwhelming task. I cannot stop thinking about all the steps there are to completion. Out of my first 17 days here, i worked 15. I am finally taking a little time to regroup spending some time in Vancouver with friends.
I want to thank you for having such a kind and wonderful heart and gentle demeanor. And the very
thoughtful compliments you’ve given me on my musical expressions.
Your stories brought up so many thoughts. I would enjoy having a conversation with you, and being able to be in the same moment, with in the stream of consciousness.
I fear I wander in my exhaustion and want to say more. I’m sending you lovely thoughts to have a nurturing Sunday.
Though I particularly enjoyed the story of you as a seven year old, sliding up to the bar.
At least one of us has bread brain in the moment! Eros presented me with his finest mischievous work, gloating in success, as I dance with an ever returning ghost. Might as well embrace, though now it favors eons of regenerative blown concentration. As I said, Eros must fix this! It is not just the Pegasus mind I must appease. A commemorative dress I purchased just arrived, so through the most turbulent journaling I sit on my sofa in style, poetically. Might as well look good since this too will take some time.
Your wave of impact is sensed on the shores. The vessel that is your most basic instrument of peace deserves self care and recharge too. There was a time in NY when I slept every other day, unsustainable beyond a few months even though in the second half of my twenties. My phone rang at 4am with style emergencies from dear people I did not know had my number. Rest, PJ! Vancouver is cool! It’s good to have a break with friends. I may stop the world for a moment to gather with a pack of glanced actor acquaintances soon, if only Eros will let me out of the door on time.
Sometime after the next full moon and after you gain rest, a zoom social might be a good idea. I’m keeping an eye alert on my Facebook feed for any new film that might pair with your recent song. At least a thousand of my FB people are from film.
Have a beautiful day, PJ 🌞 And thank you so much for taking the time to read the beginnings of my substack in progress. 🥰
Well the new moon has passed with nothing but positive energy. My movement across the trades and tasks to complete multiple projects trickles on, like a spring percolating out of its hiding spot and making its way to bigger and better waterways.
I was contemplating your reference to “Bread Brain”? It certainly seems that like there’s ann excessive abundance of distractions to keep our focus spread.
I believe everyone on the planet has some form of a ADD. I’m reprogramming myself to get up at 4 AM so I can do my morning ritual of coffee, hygiene, Internet, chores, my Buddhist practice, and then a journey to the gym before I start doing what makes me money. I also am working towards honing my diet, so I eat less, chocolate, dairy and grains products… so 🥖 🧠 stays at bae.
The work is not going away. It seems like every time I do something for these clients. They add one more thing to do or a bigger version of what we had previously spoke of. So currently on my list is to finish the inside of the two rooms I’ve been rebuilding now that the outside walls are done. Which includes sheet rock, subfloor, floor, baseboards, trim etc …
The client has been coming almost every day and helping. But because I am the one with 90% of the skills required to do the work. He does simple things like organizing, cleaning, painting, doing some of the insulation and hanging plasti… Meanwhile, I’m teaching him how to rebuild and build. I like working with him. We see 👁️ to 👁️. I usually work alone.
I have to say I enjoy it because I get to do so many different things. Opposed to just doing sheet rock work or whatever. I like building & creating.. It’s really beautiful out here also. I am blessed.
When I was asked to come out to Point Roberts Washington. (Look it up). I turned down the job two times. It’s as desolate a place you can be in the United States. My only real haven is crossing the border into Canada, where there are restaurants, stores, the gym, a couple friends fighting cancer I visit on the weekends.
After I finish these two rooms and some of the trim work on the outside. I need to put together the kitchen. Then we’re building a huge deck in front with an overhang. Meaning a small roof over the front door. And then a huge deck in the back. After that they want to cut the carport away from the house that means us cutting the roof off. And then building a whole other structure attached to that side of the house. Originally they were going to just enclose the carport and make it a garage/living space.
Meanwhile, being a type of writer, I keep writing songs and sending them to my songwriting partner. We just wrote five new ones that are waiting for me to put my lyrics and vocals over the top of the music. The songs I’ve been sending you are a group of 20 that I recorded during the Covid lockdown. That I’m finishing mixing remotely with another engineer, songwriting partner to release a album of 10 to start.
So this is my life. Working 5 to 6 days a week 8 to 11 hours a day. Doing my prayers working out and working on music. It’s a lonely existence, but I don’t feel lonely. Even though I’m one of five siblings, I still feel like an only child? I guess I’ve always felt that way. As much as I love human beings, I also enjoy working alone and being able to control my environment. I think that’s why I decided to work for myself. And it is working. I have more job opportunities than I have ever had. Consistently turning down work, while other clients patiently wait for my schedule to thin out. Not only do I have work here, but I have work in West Virginia, Pennsylvania, California, and even work in Nevada, Kentucky and France the latter being for my siblings.
Alas, I probably go on way too long. I hope you have a beautiful day yourself. Enjoying the world of artistry that you wrap yourself in like the new dress 👗 you speak of.
I look forward to a potential chat on zoom after the full moon.
I wholeheartedly agree with everything Patrick wrote here on your writing! You weave such a rich tapestry. I'm in awe. From where do all these beautiful descriptions and metaphors spill forth? I really, really like the blend of fiction and non as a format. The F word (the longer one) is something I'd love to read more about. No doubt so many women would feel seen in your descriptions. And oh. Vampires!! You may have me beat in a competition for Worst Date Ever. Perhaps getting out of SF really is the secret. Also, the best men I know love dramatic women. (And look at that picture! Who wouldn't love you?!) :::insert fire emoji:::
Thank you. To hear both you and PJ find entertainment in this means eons to me. Not many eyes visit my substack, though my friends who commented impress me with their own quality creativity, and wonderful in-person company. “Long ass comments” (referencing M ) are my specialty, such as this collection of brief newsletters to create an epic set of stories. It’s already stuffed with clues on what I haven’t said, to reveal in progress. Right now, I am writing from the realm of personal experience.
My grandmother and I, both night owls, would stay up late playing blackjack and telling stories. This is something we started since before I was in grade school, and used stuffed animals as characters. I still have the “Lammie” she gave me, decorated in Mardi Gras bead jewelry, socks, and a purple t-shirt dress. She is a master of fiction and source of unbelievable lore. It is my culture, and I have yet decided how to add supernatural and ghost stories into writing. I am loaded with those!
I would love to include podcast or video. Since I was a kid and now, I favor variety shows. So far, four stories, and the interludes between them, like this convo between myself and Eros are planned.
Some subjects are difficult to write, removing defenses enough to be vulnerable, admit, and reveal publicly. At some point, I should address that f-word. I know of the support and understanding needed while coping in the worst to progressing during the best. Maybe in a better place emotionally the topic will flow, though now I want the light way up top of this well.
Vampire musician, was a brief Manhattan moment to escape. I thought of NY as the quiet, calm, and easy life, more manageable in lighter cookware than typical New Orleans chaos required. Thinking circles around Gramercy Park, I dig inside to see what still has a grip. And yes, I crave the warm sun, a better space, and a new environment away from SF so very much. Perhaps Pegasus and I need to chat. Eros has done well in this excavation following, as I am finding myself repeatedly mind blown with what is strung together. What to do with it ?!?
Juliette,
Your writing is an arrows length beyond picturesque. The blending of fiction and non-fiction playfully creates a pallet with infinite imagery, colorization, & multi dimensional variations.
2-14 is often a day of dread to many.
Perhaps it’s the concentration of a years worth of angst, love (abundance or lack of)and or desire for true connection. EX: Hedwig “The origin of love”
So no milk?
How about coffee or tea?
Patrick
Thank you for the compliment! And, good to know someone has enjoyed what I’m writing. 🥰 On all of the posts, I do so dig staging the photo images. After 4 posts, I’m starting to nurture the format of choice, giving more thought on how to evolve it. Once I start writing, I realize how much fun it can be.
Tea is near top of my to-sip list, though raw cacao with almond milk and a half scoop of my favorite chocolate protein powder is my go-to. Coffee, I crave, though limit because too much is not good for my skin. I’m like a see through fish: whatever I consume shows on my face. … I recall sipping tea at the bar the night Scott invited me to his karaoke event when we met. You’re a great singer! 😎 The tea was to nurture my vocal cords for a loud argument scene on the following film day.
Once I can put relocation behind me, I am sure I will consistently rejoice throughout February’s red-n-pink festivities. Starting up life again from such stillness is no easy climb, particularly with a most desired and needed move to plan. Not my top skill, though I would hope to gain purposeful understanding for the current struggle in time. I could sure use a ride from Pegasus to the next destination! Cheers, PJ! Enjoy the weekend 🎊
Wow you have such a pristine recollection of when we met! I am not sure, but I would assume this involves the same part of your brain that gives you this voracious descriptive ability.
Your words on paper seem to come from the same source or core element, that you deliver your paint on canvas from.
Stillness seems to be something that is more elusive than it is attainable. You on your journey to LA is just a reflection of the constant movement of ourselves, and everything else in the vast environment of the cosmos.
Like me, I seem to be any incessant, circular motion, similar to the shark, that knows the only way to survive is to keep moving.
It seems, I’ve decided to put myself in the service to help others, while sustaining the strength of a singular Spiders thread tethered to my personal dreams & desires.
I am enjoying my adventure from one task or creation to the next. Meanwhile I work on my intent & commitment to be the best humanE being I can be.
PEGASUS:Bon Voyage.
I hope your week is blessed with wondrous joy, calmness, and a dash of adventure. May the translucence of your skin illuminate to you, your true inner beauty that others see quite clearly.
Thank you 💝 Your observation and depth of person leaves a mark easily remembered, as also revealed through the creativity in your music. Your presence is profound, as you were sipping tea also to nurture voice. Intelligence and purposeful you are 🥰 My memory is strongly for sight, sound, and interest. I can recall moments back into the 70s describing what everyone was wearing in detail, their position and poise in visual composition, and how a connection through voice or the eyes struck me. Such recognition of what resonates is a blessing I’ve grown to appreciate.
Funny story, recently surfaced by a friend, occurred around age 7 in the Hilton after my part in a fashion show. In fascination with glass elevators, I discovered the rainforest bar at the top delightful as rain lamps of the time. Climbing with an acrobatic belly slide onto a tall bar stool, I requested pink squirrel and a Tom Collins for my cousin, calling the bartender on his recipe adjustment. The dictionary, the billboard history of rock-n-roll, and the bartender’s bible were memorization sources in idle unattended time as a kid. My grandfather, however, not so amused, extracted us in WWII soldier mode with restrained calmness in explaining expectations and age restriction on alcohol consumption.
There is something about the creative flow that breathes in as oxygen to the brain. Unpacking that in the future is most desired as I meditate every feeler toward the answers and fortune leading out of San Francisco and into a more warm and safe location. The health management delay was most frustrating! Like catching COVID before COVID was a thing 🤔New places of distance are more challenging to reach, as I would hope to find a hand in as I did upon arriving here. Currently, this stands a moment of setting sail as I can see the water’s texture beneath my boat while scanning for a flare in the distance.
A delightful week to the wonderful human you already are. Cheers & peace! And, thank you for sharing your pre-release with me. Film fest time! 😎
You are so very welcome. I have been meaning to respond all week. Your words are like a hearty soup, my mind is like thick bread patiently soaking up each drop. I applaud you for the astute observational skills. I wish I could remember more details of my childhood and such. I fear I probably block most of it due to possible pain filled memories. This is not necessarily a bad thing.
No, I am grateful for everyone I’ve had.
There is knowledge and strength to be gained in every situation, I believe.
I’ve been hesitant in responding because I’ve been so overwhelmed and exhausted, mentally, and physically. The journey and job I took on is definitely an extreme one. Especially living where I’m working, it becomes an overwhelming task. I cannot stop thinking about all the steps there are to completion. Out of my first 17 days here, i worked 15. I am finally taking a little time to regroup spending some time in Vancouver with friends.
I want to thank you for having such a kind and wonderful heart and gentle demeanor. And the very
thoughtful compliments you’ve given me on my musical expressions.
Your stories brought up so many thoughts. I would enjoy having a conversation with you, and being able to be in the same moment, with in the stream of consciousness.
I fear I wander in my exhaustion and want to say more. I’m sending you lovely thoughts to have a nurturing Sunday.
Though I particularly enjoyed the story of you as a seven year old, sliding up to the bar.
At least one of us has bread brain in the moment! Eros presented me with his finest mischievous work, gloating in success, as I dance with an ever returning ghost. Might as well embrace, though now it favors eons of regenerative blown concentration. As I said, Eros must fix this! It is not just the Pegasus mind I must appease. A commemorative dress I purchased just arrived, so through the most turbulent journaling I sit on my sofa in style, poetically. Might as well look good since this too will take some time.
Your wave of impact is sensed on the shores. The vessel that is your most basic instrument of peace deserves self care and recharge too. There was a time in NY when I slept every other day, unsustainable beyond a few months even though in the second half of my twenties. My phone rang at 4am with style emergencies from dear people I did not know had my number. Rest, PJ! Vancouver is cool! It’s good to have a break with friends. I may stop the world for a moment to gather with a pack of glanced actor acquaintances soon, if only Eros will let me out of the door on time.
Sometime after the next full moon and after you gain rest, a zoom social might be a good idea. I’m keeping an eye alert on my Facebook feed for any new film that might pair with your recent song. At least a thousand of my FB people are from film.
Have a beautiful day, PJ 🌞 And thank you so much for taking the time to read the beginnings of my substack in progress. 🥰
Juliette,
Well the new moon has passed with nothing but positive energy. My movement across the trades and tasks to complete multiple projects trickles on, like a spring percolating out of its hiding spot and making its way to bigger and better waterways.
I was contemplating your reference to “Bread Brain”? It certainly seems that like there’s ann excessive abundance of distractions to keep our focus spread.
I believe everyone on the planet has some form of a ADD. I’m reprogramming myself to get up at 4 AM so I can do my morning ritual of coffee, hygiene, Internet, chores, my Buddhist practice, and then a journey to the gym before I start doing what makes me money. I also am working towards honing my diet, so I eat less, chocolate, dairy and grains products… so 🥖 🧠 stays at bae.
The work is not going away. It seems like every time I do something for these clients. They add one more thing to do or a bigger version of what we had previously spoke of. So currently on my list is to finish the inside of the two rooms I’ve been rebuilding now that the outside walls are done. Which includes sheet rock, subfloor, floor, baseboards, trim etc …
The client has been coming almost every day and helping. But because I am the one with 90% of the skills required to do the work. He does simple things like organizing, cleaning, painting, doing some of the insulation and hanging plasti… Meanwhile, I’m teaching him how to rebuild and build. I like working with him. We see 👁️ to 👁️. I usually work alone.
I have to say I enjoy it because I get to do so many different things. Opposed to just doing sheet rock work or whatever. I like building & creating.. It’s really beautiful out here also. I am blessed.
When I was asked to come out to Point Roberts Washington. (Look it up). I turned down the job two times. It’s as desolate a place you can be in the United States. My only real haven is crossing the border into Canada, where there are restaurants, stores, the gym, a couple friends fighting cancer I visit on the weekends.
After I finish these two rooms and some of the trim work on the outside. I need to put together the kitchen. Then we’re building a huge deck in front with an overhang. Meaning a small roof over the front door. And then a huge deck in the back. After that they want to cut the carport away from the house that means us cutting the roof off. And then building a whole other structure attached to that side of the house. Originally they were going to just enclose the carport and make it a garage/living space.
Meanwhile, being a type of writer, I keep writing songs and sending them to my songwriting partner. We just wrote five new ones that are waiting for me to put my lyrics and vocals over the top of the music. The songs I’ve been sending you are a group of 20 that I recorded during the Covid lockdown. That I’m finishing mixing remotely with another engineer, songwriting partner to release a album of 10 to start.
So this is my life. Working 5 to 6 days a week 8 to 11 hours a day. Doing my prayers working out and working on music. It’s a lonely existence, but I don’t feel lonely. Even though I’m one of five siblings, I still feel like an only child? I guess I’ve always felt that way. As much as I love human beings, I also enjoy working alone and being able to control my environment. I think that’s why I decided to work for myself. And it is working. I have more job opportunities than I have ever had. Consistently turning down work, while other clients patiently wait for my schedule to thin out. Not only do I have work here, but I have work in West Virginia, Pennsylvania, California, and even work in Nevada, Kentucky and France the latter being for my siblings.
Alas, I probably go on way too long. I hope you have a beautiful day yourself. Enjoying the world of artistry that you wrap yourself in like the new dress 👗 you speak of.
I look forward to a potential chat on zoom after the full moon.
Peace, light & love your way, everyday.
Patrick
I wholeheartedly agree with everything Patrick wrote here on your writing! You weave such a rich tapestry. I'm in awe. From where do all these beautiful descriptions and metaphors spill forth? I really, really like the blend of fiction and non as a format. The F word (the longer one) is something I'd love to read more about. No doubt so many women would feel seen in your descriptions. And oh. Vampires!! You may have me beat in a competition for Worst Date Ever. Perhaps getting out of SF really is the secret. Also, the best men I know love dramatic women. (And look at that picture! Who wouldn't love you?!) :::insert fire emoji:::
Thank you. To hear both you and PJ find entertainment in this means eons to me. Not many eyes visit my substack, though my friends who commented impress me with their own quality creativity, and wonderful in-person company. “Long ass comments” (referencing M ) are my specialty, such as this collection of brief newsletters to create an epic set of stories. It’s already stuffed with clues on what I haven’t said, to reveal in progress. Right now, I am writing from the realm of personal experience.
My grandmother and I, both night owls, would stay up late playing blackjack and telling stories. This is something we started since before I was in grade school, and used stuffed animals as characters. I still have the “Lammie” she gave me, decorated in Mardi Gras bead jewelry, socks, and a purple t-shirt dress. She is a master of fiction and source of unbelievable lore. It is my culture, and I have yet decided how to add supernatural and ghost stories into writing. I am loaded with those!
I would love to include podcast or video. Since I was a kid and now, I favor variety shows. So far, four stories, and the interludes between them, like this convo between myself and Eros are planned.
Some subjects are difficult to write, removing defenses enough to be vulnerable, admit, and reveal publicly. At some point, I should address that f-word. I know of the support and understanding needed while coping in the worst to progressing during the best. Maybe in a better place emotionally the topic will flow, though now I want the light way up top of this well.
Vampire musician, was a brief Manhattan moment to escape. I thought of NY as the quiet, calm, and easy life, more manageable in lighter cookware than typical New Orleans chaos required. Thinking circles around Gramercy Park, I dig inside to see what still has a grip. And yes, I crave the warm sun, a better space, and a new environment away from SF so very much. Perhaps Pegasus and I need to chat. Eros has done well in this excavation following, as I am finding myself repeatedly mind blown with what is strung together. What to do with it ?!?