A Glympse of my life 2/7/06

March 25, 2014

If everything falls apart inside and outside of me, the thought of it. I’ll embrace the fact that I’ll always have my way of writing as an escape from all of it. Sometimes I want to go back to all of those people and situations that made me suffer and thank them all for providing some bit of an artistic spark of motivation or inspiration.

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Memory

March 16, 2014

The older I get  I feel like I look back at the past  with such a profound appreciation.

Knowing what I know now I always feel a fantastic sense of imagination.

What could things have become?

What would I like my next “now” to be?

I no longer regret my past.

I feel like I’ve worked very hard for all of the material for good, awkward, raw and unbelievable stories.

January 30, 2014

I don’t know exactly how to describe this but I’ve been noticing this beautiful occurrence…

Watch someone learn to speak your language and master poetry, effortlessly.

I work in a Japanese restaurant, owned by some of the most kind and beautiful souls I have ever met.

Simple instructions and even harsh criticisms are expressed in such a poetic way.

“please smile, your energy is important. Our food must be created with love, please serve that way. Please don’t foget the feeling of the customer”

Nostalgia bit 1

August 18, 2013

She packed her suitcase. Enough clothes for 3 days ,a gallon of gin with and  a fever in the 100’s.

She joined a carfull, a caravan,friends on a mission to the city to rage the last few hours of the year.

Interesting venue. The fever slipped away and after a few shots of gin the party was on. Not the usual crowd but splendid nonetheless. Underground rooms, with sweat dripping from the walls and reptilesque atmosphere of twisting, rhythmic bodies.

 

 

…………To be continued

 

The music I feel the most for are the tunes that were played in some of the most dramatic parts of my life. That being said, I have a deep gratitude for strangers and lovers that have come and go for introducing me to moving tunes that still give me some feeling months, years after they have left.

Bitching Hour

July 25, 2013

I was trying to decide on a good catchy title for this entry. I looked at the time and realized “oh snap, it’s almost 1”. Not exactly witching hour, feeling more or less like ugh. But that’s ok!  I can admit it and then feel good about admitting it right after.

        Well, life is pretty different and to be honest I am getting a little restless lately. There is a whole lot of learning going on, I realize right as I begin to get bored. But with all of this clarity and newness there’s an amazing amount of energy and impatience.

 

Thank goodness I am not a drinker. Anymore.

Small Town Blues

July 19, 2013

I am going to experience what it is like to be an Independent Consultant in a small town….and so far it’s not so easy! Well I am very new and have only been active for less than a month, just about ten days to be exact. I’ve been purchasing my own products because they are simply amazing which is great! I feel so proud to be representing this company which is by the way Neal’s Yard Remedies Organic. Quality skin care and cosmetics. I only wish I were already financially accumulating because more business supplies would be very beneficial.

The downside so far of being a lone sales person in a small town is that there is only so much you can do to get the word out when you don’t have a physical store and lots of start up money. I am dealing with a fear of becoming a pest because there are only so many people that seem to be interested out of what seems like hundreds at a time.

Patience, I’ll get there. I will, it will just take time and enjoying this time. For anyone wishing to check out my independent consulting site here is the link    us.nyrorganic.com/shop/rachelebel

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Striving for Elegance

April 19, 2010

woke up this morning a bit drunk, hadn’t written in months and this is what came out

Let me count the ways

I could harm myself

two dainty angels of good and bad

wilting on my shoulders

caught in between the persuasion of impulse and honesty

honesty is a noble sacrifice, real work, hard work and loyalty in the end its a real charm to be proud of

its hard to work your way through your impurities without gathering more

they seem to get more ugly

though thats what happens to your immunity

the disease molds in you

findin g new ways to get past your defense creatively

key is not to be a coward

take the blow and be like” I can work with this mother fucker”

Impulse

burns a whole hole in my life

I’m either impulsively starving or losing my mind because I cant binge eat cant buinge drink or binge sobriety becasue of bitter temptation

I’m a crazy creature with shitty habbits strange needs at bizarre times

right now listening to the barry sax speak to another and me

sweet jazz melody

I am dying to learn the upright bass well, life as steady as it goes is very pleasant

my current life situatuion involves working at oco time  time a lot in the week day afternoons and oaccasionally a tuesday night or saturday like last night. I really like it there where my goals for the few hours are to work with and caress the attitudes of timing  and pleasant communication. I’m in front of many people througout my shift  making eye contat and speaking with confidence.

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April 3, 2010

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