The Sweet Smell of Sweet Nothings

"If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom"                      
                                                      Audra Foveo

My mom sent this photo from home today.  If you think it looks gorgeous?  Let me tell you it's nothing compared to the beautiful fragrant scent! Nothin' is sweeter than a valley filled with Bluebonnets. 
 Absolute Spring Perfection.

Thinking of home in springtime reminds me of  the many hours I spent as a little girl swinging on a tractor tire swing.   I remember my dad tying, retying &  securing again the braided rope around the branches of a huge elm tree in our backyard.  I can still see him hoisting up that tire with the kind of worn tread built for mowing over cotton fields & pasture.  I had no idea at the time, but I would grow to absolutely love that thing. 

 Countless hours of daydreaming went down on that tire swing. Nothing to do but be alone with my thoughts.  It was my escape from the universe, for whenever I closed my eyes?  I could be anywhere. I could be anyone. I could create my own busy world, right there within the calm serenity of the country.  Just singin' and dreamin'.   Wow! When I think about it?  Not a lot has changed.  
Still Singin'
Still Dreamin'     minus  the black stained shorts from  petroleum based tire rubber  ;)

Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,

Birdee Bow

Megaphone A la Mode

I find it more than a bit amusing that the French term "a la mode" means everything Chic & In Fashion.  When in the U.S.?  We automatically think of pie with ice cream on the side:)  Maybe that says something about our culture or maybe it just says something about pie always being in fashion.  I'm a fan of pie always being in fashion..

I once met a great indie band on the road called Semidivine.   I think they are no longer together, but I can still remember one of their fabulous songs.  It was called Megaphone.

Stellar Lyrics:

"Put it out there with a megaphone; put it out there when you're all alone.  Put it out there for the  world to see.  Put it out there when your heart's in need..  Wake them up" 

I love the power packed into such a seemingly simplistic line.  It kinda says it all.  Don't we all often wish we  could just FIRE UP the megaphone!?  Say it like we feel it.  No judgement, no repercussion.  Shout it out for the entire world to hear.  Get it OFF our chest & then let it go...  

So today?  I am imagining my little megaphone (it's super cute yellow with a black racing stripe)  This is MY fantasy so play along.  I'm walking out into the middle of Time's Square NYC: gold strappy sandals & this brand new fabu salmon mod dress..(Wha? fashion is always part of my fantasies) & then?  Beltin it OUT with a huge " Listen up WORLD cuz I got SOMETHIN to SAY!!" 

Then the fantasy ends with me eating Cherry Pie A la Mode & feeling entirely fashionable with the someone who makes me smile soooooo hard it makes my face hurt.

PUT IT OUT THERE 

Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,

xo

Birdee Bow

Living: OUT LOUD

As I made my way around the corner of Sunset & Wilcox, I felt the urgency to run.  75% of  me wanted to bolt in the opposite direction, while the other 25 was just curious enough to want to keep goin' forward.  The air was thick with anticipation,  it was a Hollywood smog cloud heavy with the type of nervous energy known for catapulting a performance into epic success or plummeting it straight into catastrophe.
 I joined the line... a long winding version of trendy guys in straw hats & neatly trimmed beards with fingers tappin' out rhythms onto tattered, weathered guitar cases. Intermingled between them were equally fabu gals decked out in brightly colored floral tattoos & an array of silver body jewels glistening in the California sun.   I passed the time applying & re-applying various shades of shimmery pink lip gloss; catchin' a glimpse of the gathering talent growing behind me while staring into the reflection of my tiny Audrey Hepburn compact mirror. 
 We all finally entered the studio doors, like so many cattle crossing a cattle guard.  I felt much less like a number than I had anticipated.  Maybe a sense of ease descended upon me because it wasn't my first rodeo?  Or maybe (& more likely)  it was because I was tired of the waiting,  hungry for french toast & seriously just ready to get it over & done with.  Funny, how in a surreal moment like that, the very last thing you'd expect to  hear is the voice of reason.  I assume that's what the voice of  reason was designed for?  Poppin' up with the element of surprise, settin' the cerebral record straight.
"Live Out LOUD.  This IS your life."
It  would have been really cool if it was accompanied by the voice of Morgan Freeman when it flashed across my brain in marquis format, but it sounded a lot more like little 'ole me.  The goofy, nervous giggly side of me who sometimes likes to envision the world as a comedic tragedy.  A tragedy with a happy ending & a cast of unlikely heroes. 

     lived  it
         louded it...
                  It felt like:   A L I V E 

                                                         Alive is Good

Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,

Birdee Bow