DEAR DIARY

Reflections 

Reflecting on the events of last night, I'm asking myself why I opted for karaoke and cocktails at a local bar rather than making my way home to the comfy creative haven I adore...disappointment?  

Not that I didn't enjoy the social outing, but exploring the conditions that lead to that decision gives me some pause for concern.  Eh...so, in a moment of weakness perhaps I felt the attention would be comforting.  Of course, in the end I justified it by handing out a few business cards and having some cool coversation with a few potential fans or friends...and, yes, the attention was a perfect distraction, but all in all probably not my best demonstration of responsible decision making.  I should know better by now...freeeezing cold late night...foggy headed morning.  I remember this feeling, but haven't had it in a long time...
 
Then the twilight dream...you were laying in bed with me kissing me and telling me to wake up...that you had to leave soon.  I was confused...How did you get in? What time is it?  When did you get here?...and then I said "This isn't real".  You told me again that you had to leave soon, and you wanted me to show you the rest of my place so I did. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my now deceased kitty very much alive laying on the counter.  I went over to snuggle him thinking to myself that I had been neglecting him, but then I remembered he wasn't alive anymore...Which kitty was this? He looked like the first one I ever had...the one that found me watching the sunset from the hood of my boyfriends car...the one that died in the fire...

My grandmother is in the hospital after an "episode" last week...she's on her way to a rehab and recovery center and should return home in a couple of weeks, but we fear this episode may have taken a piece of the mental acuity she so amazingly managed to retain.  She reads the dictionary, plays bridge, collects stamps, and will kick your ass at Jeopardy, but in the hospital recently she played a sweet game of peek-a-boo and catch with my sister...reversion...regression...gradual dismantling of the neural pathways that remind us where we've been in this lifetime...nature's way of making the eventual exit less difficult?  

And in the same moment, I'm blessed...happy...fortunate...so f_(#!^% fortunate!  Life contiues to unfold in amazing ways and the puzzle pieces fill themselves in affirming my core belief that the key to a life well lived lies in finding your unique talents, building your life around them, and using them to help others. Still, the winds blow around me...around all of us...always...spinning, spinning, spinning,...a whirlwind of emotion and activity.  I stay centered, focused, healthy, and clear most of the time by insulating myself from too many random variables.  I often think of sharing this insulated space with someone who feels the same way, but am unsure if its even possible or realistic. Maybe the beauty is in the solitude itself ...
 
I told myself I that I wouldn't share these random thoughts with people in my life unless they asked, and yet I still have the urge to externalize them. I suppose a "semi-private" blog is as good a place as any to download my mental contents ;) 

I wrote a new song last night. 

Spent from the days events and the month leading up to it, a song poured out of my head onto a page last night.  I tracked it quickly and decided to start sharing clips of these early-stage recordings with people who care to follow the evolution.  


Someone I Believe (Do You Really Want It) 
by Buffy Marie Rouse

 From a high paid dresser
To a rock n roll queen
Shadow dancer
You know what I mean

It’s not about your problems
It’s the way you live your life
Digital impressions
Don’t make you right

No, no, no, no

From a high paid dresser to a
To a rock n roll dream
From someone I belong to
To someone I believe

CHORUS
Now do you really want it
Do you really, really want it this way?
Oh, oh, oh, OR
Do you really want it?
Do you want it, want it, want it, to change?

BRIDGE
Yeah it’s a drag it’s a shame
Nobodys to blame
It’s just the price of the show
That nobody knows / Just let it go
Hide your face, close your eyes / Show your face, open your eyes
Take a breath - swallow your pride / Remember all the reasons why
Watch and learn, let it be / Live and learn, let it be
It’s all just temporary / It’s all another memory

From a high priced call girl
To a teenage dream
You’re gonna get what you ask for
But is it what you need?

It’s not about your problems
It’s just the way you live your life
It comes down to an instant
A turning point in time

Yeah, yeah, yeah

From a video dancer
To a DJ queen
Hollywood junkies
You know what I mean

CHORUS
BRIDGE

It’s not a question of when exactly
It’s a question of why…

© Copyright 2012 Buffy Marie Rouse (BMR090212-01)
www.buffyrose.com




Cracked 

 
It takes so little to crack the the glass that surrounds our fragile ego's...i crack...i reassemble...i guess we all do.  I just wish we would all realize the power of our words...our actions...with one kind extension of ourselves we can change the course of a life...with one unkind action we can inflict a lifetime of damage...and most of the time we never realize what we've done...