the first image for me to wake up to for the new year was a dream of Dulce......for some reason we were on a computer and she placed her left elbow over my right with our hands up to then be intertwined. As though to get in the way of me using the computer, she used her left hand on the keyboard while i already had my right hand on the mouse......
i asked her, laughing, "did we really just become one of those couples??"
and she just laughed.....
Nothing has changed with Dulce....Nothing better, that I know of....maybe worst.....
and nothing has changed because i haven't done anything to change anything....
i did realize that her affect over my actions is quite intoxicating......
i speak like an idiot to her.....every time....
i can give(really just share) wisdom with my students to help with communicating correctly and effectively.....
i can help Lance(and he HELP me) back in the day with people he was talking to....
i could converse ideas with Victor and learn more from how he spoke....
i could talk with Fabe, or Swin, about ideas and relationships and what we believed with wonderful excellence.......
but with her......
with her why would anything work correctly???
i'm surprised my fingers/lips or even actions for solid singular thoughts let alone stupid statements: which by the way simply get ignored( i think) while i can understand my complete block head actions(did i mention most of these are texts or messages online....yea....like a tool) i think the thing that i don't understand about her(which causes the most frustration) is that she. just. doesn't. respond.
i don't care who You are
or what You've done
or what has happened.......
if You try to communicate with me
i Will get back to You.....
it may be longer than usual.....
but i Will.....
anyways......
she was perhaps the most beautiful image for me to ever wake up to....i almost got caught by her sister the last time i had a dream about her :/
but still:
Focus-
heart
PURE
h e a r t
i love the drive that can be spurred by the heart
and how the soul can follow in suit
how breath can live again deep within
with each beat deepening to allow the course to flow so strongly
one idea from the source
pushed to every crevice of my being
today it has been excellence
the possibility of living every single moment with it
and what it looks like to be something that i have been involved with
what does it look like when i join a project
how does it look different after i have picked up an assignment for a year
how do my fellow employees notice my difference
do my fellow employees dread working with me
or do i bring hope to every time we have a shift together because they know things will be done excellently
who is the "i" that i give
even for Dulce: the crap that i put forth from being intimidated or cowardly effects how i communicate with her and possible how she may even listen to words that i may have to speak to her that could change her life
the way that i give to everyone
and how i could really give so much more of this life i squander so well
excellence is there and has made it self steadily more vocal....
and not only available to me but for everyone
with every decision
every action
message
word
and beat
just one step at a time
focus on one item until it is done, maybe a small few.....
and move on.....
its better then having everything on my plate
for me to view
without hardly anything getting done
and if anything
definitely not sustainably
i love fresh starts
possibly more than most other things.....
but i also LOVE finishing a story....
and thats where i'm enjoying this day from:
fresh
old
continuous
story......and its finally moving.....