Building Railroads...

"between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come."  
Martini  (Under The Tuscan Sun)

Late nights turning into early mornings & inspirational moments in the Ghettostudio with Hey Aviator.  Writing like my life depends on it has always been my game.  My little corner of sanity in the form of pen & paper or pencil upon converse shoe sole or black eyeliner etched upon pizza boxes. Whatever the case may be, when the word gods strike without notice, I fumble around to find whatever necessary to capture the moment. Like trying to capture the effervescence of a firefly with an unloaded polaroid. Yep, it's pure thrill, joy & the passion of my life.  

But,  as much as my friendship with written word is a comfort & a consolation, I find that I am sometimes amiss with the spoken kind.  Ok, not that I would ever be described as a wallflower with seldom voiced opinion, but maybe I've just grown accustomed to the lulling sound of others.. listening intently to the endless offerings of advice, caring compassion & yes always suggestion.  I've come to believe that a voice, no matter how well meaning, can really begin to overtake you if you let it. Slowly, gradually, without warning.

So today I am reminding myself of all the types of voice I have in my possession. 

 so here goes: 

 I have not one but three vocal registers.. Oh yeh

Lower, Middle & Upper 

And in Speech Pathology terms I am also the proud owner of:

a vocal fry register

a modal register

a falsetto register 

& a whistle register 

(yeh try that on for size)

& Not to be forgotten are my ever important resonances:

Head Voice & Chest Voice 

(impressed yet?)

Saved the most important of these for last..

My Inner Voice, 

the one that tells me to follow my gut & listen to my own instinct, Ok, so it's far fetched sometimes, unruly, completely stubborn & it will never have a mapped plan worthy of a

 Rand McNally publication,  

It's still mine & Ima listen to it.

Wishing you a day of tuning out, speaking up

& lots of railroad building

Hepburn Hugs & McQueen Dreams

xo

Birdee Bow 

"No One likes Ringo Starr.. That's What I LOVE about Him!"  Summer (500 days of Summer)
Perception: The process of attaining awareness or understanding of the environment by organizing & interpreting sensory information.

I'm quite familiar with the term perception & until recently I thought I had full understanding of it's true meaning. Throwin' it around in sentences here & there & using it to sum up inexplicable situations hmmmm yeh, but apparently my version of most situations?  Yep, you got.  Just My Own Perception 

It's a crazy concept when you think about it.  The fact that all these signals in our nervous system, resulting from previous experiences, not only lead the way but paint the picture of our very future. I don't mind telling you that I don't like that very much.   So, I'm declaring today CLEAN it OUT & Let it go day.  Going through my preconceived notions & picking through perceptions like last years platform sneakers, argyle cashmere sweaters & a 2008 Juicy Couture track suit or two. Yes, some of them I'll be keeping cause they're dead-on classics, but most of it?
 Goin' right into the proverbial trash can .

Wishing You a Heart Open to New Adventures
& a Summer of Seeing Things In A New Light

& bubbles lots of bubbles

Hepburn Hugs & McQueen Dreams

xo

Birdee Bow

Just Go With It...

"If things start happening, don't worry, don't stew, just go right along and you'll start happening too." — Dr. Seuss

I'm the kinda girl who does a lot of questioning.  Y'know, from the back of the classroom? The one who keeps raising her hand asking all the right things to derive all the correct answers. The "Hows?" the "Whys?" the "Seriously now? how is that possible?" & the all too common "explain please".  I mean, after all, the only decisions worth making are the well thought out, planned & fully educated ones. Anything else would just be nonsense right? Hmmmmm yeh I thought so too. Turns out that's really just a bunch of ..

‎"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells."  Dr. Seuss

   I think Life often has other plans which aren't really too concerned with our heightened degree of questioning skill.  In fact, I would go out on a limb here & say that I think it may be giggling behind our ever pondering backs. Straight up snickering at all these contemplative endeavors.  Ok, so I'm Never gonna be one to relinquish control, it's just not in my genetic makeup, but I do think it may be a  good change of scenery. Y'know, just scootin' over to see where Life wants to take me.  So far?  It's kinda heavenly, kinda like a surprise free bus ride to your all time favorite movie theatre with a coupon for free skittles in your back pocket. 

So I'm wishing you  Less Questions & More Just Go With Its
this summertime.

& skittles. Lots & Lots of skittles ;)

Hepburn Hugs & McQueen Dreams

xo

Birdee Bow