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December 06, 2008

Waking up the musician in me

Reveling in tune with earth’s rumbling is something I am convinced that I was jiving to when class was one too many repeats even while connected to the placenta and imagining how the sperm could teach me swimming lessons without goggles, life belts and fangs.Needless to say, I am a naturalist!

My dad was one original carnival custom costume maker. I suppose for dad prelenten freedom was always a safe time because it was socially stamp as appropriately acceptable to be oneself and then later religiously reprimanded for it.

Like me, my flesh and blodd father had some weird ideas that came full circle during carnival except I did not need a costume. I arrived alive in one already custom made! and I never needed to wait for prelenten barcanalcarnival because for me, every day Earth rumbas according to the universe is what I call ‘my kind of carnival’. Decades later it still is and I can already with insight and instinct proclaim 'it is so' as long as I am a physical being and life is life.

That is the biggest difference between me and my dad who has long gone to ad infinitum and I am sure is dancing in ways that still make earth rumble and rumba waylaylay except he does not wait for carnival nor need extra costumes...way to go dad!

That is why I believe that spirit never dies and always know what best for its offspring

Carnival or no carnival I shake my very own made rainmakershaker and I make that thing squeal and gurgle and two-leg jumping never pumped more energy in me as stomping on one leg while resting easy on the arm of my chair

There is much more ready and esoterically waiting for their turn to come out from behind my curtains of ‘so what if I am weird’

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