i had no idea where i was when i woke up this morning.
the last 7 placed i’ve woken up in the last 5 days:
ship cabin
bed in vancouver
floor in vancouver
plane*
guest room in fremont*
guest room in fremont
own bed in la
(*woken up with a kiss from someone pure of heart. jonathan then my brother, respectively. a very sweet way to be pulled back into this world)
combined with how far i’m going in my conscious mindscape, and how far i’m feeling and traveling in my dreamscape, today took a very, very long time to adjust and figure out where i was and what kind of world i was in.
i’m assuming this means my old perspective has been fragmented. am itching to hit the usual spots to see if i see the same old things in new light.
the full moon drew people out of the wood work. last month someone was pushing at my boundaries and i had to energetically roar a little to get him to back off. i didn’t have room for him in my life in the place he wanted to be, and i told him i didn’t want to hear from him for a while. that he should be working on his art, because i’m busy working on mine.
he’s been off the radar and i finally got some peace, but as soon as i turned on my phone after landing in vancouver, the whole cruise experience swirling in my mindspace, finally, after so long, an overwhelming need from the words themselves to output, he texts. i mean, like 5 seconds after my phone got service again. he always does creepy things like that. how does he just know. i lied and said i wasn’t coming back to la for a while because i’m going through some major life changes. he wants to talk about what he’s been working on, says there’s been some exciting new developments, and wants to catch up. last i talked to him, he said i inspired some orchestral pieces from him.
i don’t know. i’m curious about the art, scared of the man with the net.