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Jun. 24th, 2006 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
falcongrrl(the entry below was written this morning in my paper notebook)
Well, I'm sitting here at EPCOT, waiting for my mom. Already sweat's starting to bead on my face - so much for wearing makeup today - but I've got a cold bottled water in front of me and it's relatively overcast. Maybe rain will bring with it some relief from the humidity. It feels good just to have a few minutes to myself. I'm glad I thought to bring a pen and notebook.
My CD player in the car's decided to stop recognizing discs now, so I was listening to radio music on the way over. As terribly unhip as it may be to say, and as open-minded as I am to most styles of music...my first love, musically speaking, is pop. Give me a catchy hook and a comfortable range to sing in and I'm pretty happy. Decent lyrics are always a plus, too.
It seems that not that long ago songs were about unrequited love. Now they seem to be be more like Success posters, urging the listener on to take the next step, to feel the rain on your skin, to keep moving ahead no matter what. Either that, or they're about mind-blowing sex. Or both combined. I honestly think (though granted, I shouldn't generalize based upon 45 minutes of music) that the current stuff is an improvement. Less romantic? Maybe, but it's also less whiny.
Part of what I like about pop is how you can hear subtle traces of a whole lot of different styles. It's all pop, but one song sounds more like hiphop and then the next has country overtones and the next is rock-based. Granted, what I'd really like is probably a station that played all genres and combinations of genres, but that's what CD mixes are for, I guess. Or podcasts, but I haven't really jumped upon that bandwagon yet.
I'm worried about one of my friends right now. I trust him to find his own way--he's one of the most capable people I know--but I can't help but fret a little all the same, because I know he's hurting. I know he'll move past it, but my heart still goes out to him. I don't want to say too much about it, but I also don't want to blithely write about other stuff without mentioning it either.
Spiritually, I've been feeling much more connected to the divine mother lately. I don't know that I can write much about it yet, but at the core of it, it's about perceiving love all around me. It's about feeling the abundance of that love and sharing it with others.
The more love I give away the more I find that I have to draw from. So I'm trying to stay connected, to stay open to receiving and sharing that love, which is sometimes harder than it sounds.
"Stop writing all these love letters," the Disney security guard chided as she just walked by, and it made me grin. I'd like to be writing a love letter to the world. I'd like to live that way.
Well, I'm sitting here at EPCOT, waiting for my mom. Already sweat's starting to bead on my face - so much for wearing makeup today - but I've got a cold bottled water in front of me and it's relatively overcast. Maybe rain will bring with it some relief from the humidity. It feels good just to have a few minutes to myself. I'm glad I thought to bring a pen and notebook.
My CD player in the car's decided to stop recognizing discs now, so I was listening to radio music on the way over. As terribly unhip as it may be to say, and as open-minded as I am to most styles of music...my first love, musically speaking, is pop. Give me a catchy hook and a comfortable range to sing in and I'm pretty happy. Decent lyrics are always a plus, too.
It seems that not that long ago songs were about unrequited love. Now they seem to be be more like Success posters, urging the listener on to take the next step, to feel the rain on your skin, to keep moving ahead no matter what. Either that, or they're about mind-blowing sex. Or both combined. I honestly think (though granted, I shouldn't generalize based upon 45 minutes of music) that the current stuff is an improvement. Less romantic? Maybe, but it's also less whiny.
Part of what I like about pop is how you can hear subtle traces of a whole lot of different styles. It's all pop, but one song sounds more like hiphop and then the next has country overtones and the next is rock-based. Granted, what I'd really like is probably a station that played all genres and combinations of genres, but that's what CD mixes are for, I guess. Or podcasts, but I haven't really jumped upon that bandwagon yet.
I'm worried about one of my friends right now. I trust him to find his own way--he's one of the most capable people I know--but I can't help but fret a little all the same, because I know he's hurting. I know he'll move past it, but my heart still goes out to him. I don't want to say too much about it, but I also don't want to blithely write about other stuff without mentioning it either.
Spiritually, I've been feeling much more connected to the divine mother lately. I don't know that I can write much about it yet, but at the core of it, it's about perceiving love all around me. It's about feeling the abundance of that love and sharing it with others.
The more love I give away the more I find that I have to draw from. So I'm trying to stay connected, to stay open to receiving and sharing that love, which is sometimes harder than it sounds.
"Stop writing all these love letters," the Disney security guard chided as she just walked by, and it made me grin. I'd like to be writing a love letter to the world. I'd like to live that way.
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Date: 2006-06-25 04:37 am (UTC)What would you say in it? :)
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Date: 2006-06-25 04:51 pm (UTC)He might really enjoy hearing from you, a friendly voice with a few words to let him know someone cares?
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Date: 2006-06-26 12:58 am (UTC)Are you sure you aren't?
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