I once decided to cut my hair; never again. It is just a few inches shy of where I yearn for it to be again. It is now dark, almost black and long again. Just in time for the hikes with the Zuma breezes and the ocean air whistling through my hair.
I like my friend's top, with the multitude of stars.
Time to set my home in order.
I've always loved the bachelor-pad look. A black shag rug thrown roughshod onto a floor. Wooden beds with black leather and all the encompassing matching furniture. And I want to make it all myself. I love do-it-yourself-ing anything and everything I can. Flea markets & paint stores, on my way! I must be sure to give that warmth feeling upon entering my home. To make one always feel as if the fireplace is on. Serving apple cider and hot chocolate to my guests. I love the emptiness of this one room with nothing but a bed, a bookshelf and a fur blanket thrown onto the bed (I'll be finding a faux one for myself); however, it lacks the warmth I want to emanate. For this, I would paint the walls, or at least one wall, black. Such as the warmth this bathroom represents. I want to do this all myself.
I love nothing more than jade. Anything jade. Everything jade. Real, faux, I don't care. This is the most beautiful lamp I have ever seen. It goes perfectly with my most treasured piece of art ever.
Our shadow's taller than our soul
My soul was given chills as I listened to Heart's tribute to Led Zeppelin; with John Bonham's son playing the drums in his stead. As I see the tears fill the eyes of Robert Plant and Jimmy Page's opened-mouth exhilaration when he hears the choir join in. As Bonham's son is too, transitioned to a deep, soulful, beautiful place as he is about to honor his father and the three men who gave this world some of its' best music. So epic were the notes filling my ears and my body. I have never been so transitioned except for a short year ago when I stood in front of Alice in Chains and had the ultimate life experience of listening to them live.
The ending is the best.
And as we wind on down the road our shadow's taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know, who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all, to be a rock and not to roll.