Her backwards walk

You forget roots and where I come from. I wonder my motives, and reasons I am the way I am. It can all be traced... not through your blood. Through memories. Pictures, journals can only help so much. The rest is part of you.

I am the true living test that it is not blood. It is environment. I love that I know that 100 percent, especially now with what's going on in my life. Raised to the sounds of rock and roll by two young happy lovers. the love I admire. The love I hope I one day have, the love I aim to have every day. My first CD, the beatles or Joni Mitchell. I got a lullaby every night from my dad, he was my hero. He still is. He would come up, tuck me in, guitar and all and just sing until I drifted off. Falling asleep to "In My Life" was a tradition and Bob Dylan/Larry Bassen remixes. Every weekend we would adventure. My mom being off on the weekends, it was her time. We went to gardens, arboretums, picnics. My brothers and me would run ourselves to sleep. We would go under these huge trees and pretend they were kings and me and sam were there servants. We had big rocks, that I go to now, they aren't so big. We spent family weekends at my waterfalls, in a house on a hill. With no one around, acres of land where I was let free. Here in East Meadow, I couldn't cross the street. There I went off for hours by myself. It was where I learned to think. I still go to open skied places to think clear. It's a part of me. Having two twin brothers, 6 years older then me. Stages of best friends, normal sister/brother fights. I now at the age of 20 know, the two of them are my heart and soul. At the age of 10 after starting basic dance. I joined my first company. It's where I learned teamwork and friendship. It's where I learned about performing. It's where I learned that spark that only certain people are lucky enough to find. That spark that you were put here to do that one thing. Dance is still with me. My dads lullabies are still with me, my house on a hill is still with me. I find myself wondering why I like to have a glass of milk right before I lay my head down. Why I need to wake up on Saturdays at 9am, and watch at least an hour of cartoons. How I write till my hand falls off. My fear of sleeping alone. Sunday is shopping day. My need for nature to be a constant part of my weekly schedule. The feel of my parents smile after I do something so great. Its tradition, it's a part of who I am. and I love sitting on a hammock on lazy sunday afternoons and hearing his stories about his traditions and how they were carried out through me. Life is just a cycle of passing down. You forget how much you learn in the ways you are raised.

MeANDmymotives,mymotives.

I recommend:

Tv shows: 

Glee (makes me sing in the shower)

Parenthood (makes my family not look normal)

JONAS (crushes)

True Blood (c o m e  b a c k crazy vamps)

Gossip Girl (scandalous lives of manhattans elite)

Music:

Freelance whales (beach soundtrack)

Frightened rabbit (involuntary dances)

Lights  (do the robot)

Stars (sexy)

Loney, dear ( reads your feelings)

Simon and Garfunkel... (Paul Simon*)

Sea Bear..  ( summer 2010)

I will admit, I'm on a Johnny Cash kick.


Reads:
Across the River and Into the Trees - Ernest Hemingway
Rumi
No Exit - Jean Paul Sartre
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky
Hard times - Charles Dickens
Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

Shop:

-Wildfox ( have to get ready for my california voyage www.wildfoxcouture.com
-Time*warp

-Spanish Moss Vintage (finally this site is getting recognized) where I find all my treasures.
they carry American Gold

Travel:

Bonnaroo.Tenn

Waterfalls with over 16 people.

apartment shop in cali

New Mexico

Grand Canyon with Emily

Ellenville hiking

Niagra falls
Maine
Harry Potter World, FL.

I'm a fall girl. air sign. leaves changing, cool air but..

but last summer I fell in love with summer

I like outdoor live music. I like shopping for clothes when the racks are outside. I can eat lunch outside and smoking ciggie boos allowed.

Surfing. At a red light and listening to the persons radio next to you.

sun dresses.

Hammocks at night with buggie bites. No where to play date, oh just come in my backyard. The smell of citronella candles. MMm'ing smores and pink lemonade. Waterslides. Outdoor iced tea parties.