7-15-12 7:45ish pm
Jamie plays the circles that are purple.
They don’t have my soda.
Flute lady is playing.
Candles are flashing.
Got to sit with the Lizfest people. I like them. Hugged Chuck. I went on a boat today. Flute lady makes me crazy. Jumbles my brains. Maybe it’s a good thing. I don’t mind being psychotic now and then. Candles are warm.
Chuck says I look worn. I am.
Mixing drugs – Lori’s flute, Jamie’s electric violin, Mikan’s keys. Bluegrass later. My mind spins.
The sound moves in a counterclockwise motion. I feel vibration. The light flickers. I glide back and forth. Springs dangle. Orange hovers in the night. Brown never touches the ground.
If time was a feeling it would float. Like dust in the air. Time flurries. Body & soul. And bread…
Orange. Thick on the ground, fills my soul, envelopes my mind. Beat beat, flicker, stomp (yell!). I do despise the yelling. Slam! Pause Too much mind…
My eyeballs. They float in it. Time.
I feel sad that Allison be here. She no voice be drug. Fairytale not psychadelic. Hummmmmm.
Too much dichotomy. Too low for her. Makes mind hurt.
Feel like I’m being attacked by a flute bird wielding a strobe light accompanied by an attack band. Quite the posse. –
:) Mikan’s trio
The pirates aren’t coming. They’re always here. They live among us. I only can see them sometimes. I feel them in my cheeks.
Oh do play a ballad please.
The drums are killin’ me.
I prefer when Allison sings Allison in Allison keys. This night confuses me. Grandly.
I wanted to come tonight to see friends, be around people, have me time and experience music – a most powerful drug and often mood lifter. I forgot flute Lori would be here. I feel overwhelmed.
Mindfulness of Emotion (anxiety):
Face – teeth clenched, eyes squinty, cheeks tight
Body – barely breathing, legs crossed, dizzy, rocking, feel energy coursing through me, tight muscles, runny nose, light/noise intolerance.
Action urges – leave, scream, take a break, cry, do nothing
(rock to trio – thankful)
The best closing.
Mikan makes emotions.
Jamie makes the world unwind.
Lori twists it tighter clockwise & brings the pirates.
Allison sings the fairytale.
I don’t know what Duncan does.
He feels like middle school.
Haven’t met the other guy.
This night is confusing & uncohesive.
What’s the word for that? I do love music though. I miss these people.
(smile) the encore is a good ending.
I keep thinking “Anita sings the sky.”
I feel God.
I feel warm.
I feel love.
My skin feels warm. My mind is calm. My lips are hot. Cry Holy.
Music + Hugs + Acceptance + Positive socialization = PEACE
God is in me.
And God IS me.
The energy of the universe wells up in me. I am warm. My body temperature is rising. My face feels tingly. I feel it in me. Head pain. I start to feel very hot. Need to sing. It must pour from me. Make beautiful music. Anita sings the sky.
I feel the God within me. (Hum…)
I feel the God within me.
Hear my heart beat.
I am alive.
I have FAITH.
I have OUR FATHER.
– is not my friend.
(statement crashed the energy)
I am so sleepy.
Thank God for music friends.
Need a hug.
(put on Jamie’s robe)
I’m renaming it The Hug Robe.
Thank you. <3
© Michelle Routhieaux 2012