― E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
Helena Bonham Carter graced us with her very 1986'd presence last night in Room with a View. I'll be damned if we watched even a minute of it though. Thankfully, I have done some track time with the book, which I adored. The movie may have been a little sleepy for our energy last night.
I'm going to try and write this post without feel guilty. Guilty for not being outside because its a summer day. Guilty for my 14 year old having actually....gulp....entertain herself while I write!! Guilty for using the air conditioner and guilty for almost being out of vodka, although I'm not currently drinking any. I'll have you know that I just finished my afternoon coffee.
Last night we rode the astrological weather and came out like a Boss. There is some crazy ass cleaning house being done leading up to new beginnings this week. Hey, speaking of New Beginnings...I love this song....(see above).
My good pal Saturn is going direct on July 8th. I'd high five Saturn but all of its rings got in the way... tee hee...SNORT! Get it? Rings...on a hand...too many....pffffffff....
The lessons we learned from last November are supposed to be playing out with this aspect. Huh. Well, for me that was any lesson from Flip. Oppression. Crazy making. Staying with someone too long for the wrong reasons. Letting someone help make me who I don't want to be and no one being happy in the process. For me it was about starting over....as me. As whoever it is that I am, so long as I am authentically me in the process.
Going forth, whatever it is we are choosing right now, we're going to ride through to March, building our new life. I'm not quite sure what my canvas consists of but there it is. And I'm going to make the absolute fucking best of it there is. Because what else is there except for now? Why not enjoy the moments you have with those around you (unless of course you're going to say, Hey, what if Flip was around you? Just, No.)
I'm immensely curious to see what is to bloom. It could be a dream come to fruition (I've got that going on)...it could be something to do with this unique dance with the man in my life. Because regardless of the outcome, there is a lot to derive from this reunion. It's like eating cake discreetly made from vegetables and cream cheese. You're having fun while getting something you need.
This morning we headed out for breakfast. The seating arrangement had me placed in front of a giant unhappy looking rooster. I looked at my mate. "You love the fact that there's a giant cock hanging over my head, don't you?"
We talked about the many facets of travel. How to travel, where to go, how was it when I was in a relationship and left for three weeks? The incredible views. The moments you want to get off the train for just a moment at each stop to photograph your feet on different ground. Drinking wine while talking to strangers and watching the landscape pass by. The power of the dessert. How Colorado was below 30 degrees and just hours later I was sweating in New Mexico.
I asked him, "How do you feel about planes?". He seemed pretty whatever on the plane topic. Unaffected.
Awesome.
Then how would you make me calm down if we had to get on one? And if we're getting on one in this fantasy, we are going to France. Provence actually. Where all I will eat is cheese, bread and fruit. How will you keep me from freaking out on the way?
He was planless, but not for lack of wanting to be. He'd play it by the moment.
Good.
But we're going anywhere, if anywhere at all, by train.
With a room.
That sounds great to me. I'm going to hop on a ring before this thing takes off.
