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When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried
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| Thursday, April 05 |
| · | Samantha Doesn't Live Here Anymore (4) |
| Wednesday, March 28 |
| · | All You Need is Love (2) |
| Monday, January 29 |
| · | Road Trip Playlist (2) |
| Monday, January 22 |
| · | Two things... (5) |
| Saturday, September 30 |
| · | SoundExchange is Calling All Artists (3) |
| Tuesday, September 19 |
| · | The Journey (2) |
| Wednesday, August 23 |
| · | On Loneliness (3) |
| Thursday, August 17 |
| · | A Sustainable Life take deux (1) |
| Saturday, August 05 |
| · | California (0) |
| Thursday, August 03 |
| · | I'm Not Really a Waitress (0) |
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Posted by: Samantha on Saturday, August 05, 2006 - 12:00 AM
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When I woke up this morning I was greeted by the Magnolia Tree that encompasses the courtyard of my apartment in the hills of Hollywood. The breeze was gently blowing through the open window and all of nature seemed to be urging me to get up and come out and experience life.
So, I did....
I ran through the hills I call my own, which really belong to no one...least of all me. I saw trees that were straight out of a Dr. Suess book. Crooked and tall with fuzzy flowers shooting out everywhere and elated hummingbirds darting in and out of their fruit. My beautiful Lake Hollywood was positively aquamarine with diamonds of dappled sunlight seeming to dance on its surface. Lizards and squirrels shot across my path, rushing God knows where. Bushes with soft, long beige tails bent in the wind, reminding me of fields of wheat I've seen so often in the South. Dragonflies buzzed in front of my face, trusting and elegant in their impatient stillness. Nature, in all its glory, put on a royal show for me and in the whole hour I ran, I saw not one human being.
I stopped by my local store and upon going to see my friend Fritz , I was shocked to learn that in the time I've been away he has had pneumonia, a heart attack and a pacemaker installed. He has already had the hardest life and I feel so bad for him. Such a sweet man.
And yet, such is life. Nature continues to express itself without words or reason. No matter what we feel or who we are, life goes on.
I wonder why it is that we go through life seeing so very little until we're older? I feel like my eyes are only just starting to open. Especially when I go away and seem to change so much only to return somewhere that has stayed the same. And yet, each time I return I notice there are things I've never seen before. I wonder to myself, were they always there? Could it be I'm just noticing them for the first time?
California... such a beautiful place and yet so filled with pain for me. Too many memories. Too much muddy water under the bridge. Too many dreams born and died here. Too many goodbyes. It seems like those who live here are either living a lie or are living all alone.
Sadness covered in glitter. Actors, lying for a living. Entertainers, putting on a show.
Okay, so I got a little melancholy. So shoot me : )
For those of you who have read my previous installments, as I type this Mark Hart is playing the most gorgeous classical music on his grand piano downstairs. For a moment, all is well. For a moment, I am home. And then just as suddenly, the music stops and I'm a stranger again.
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