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Just own the night, like the 4th of July

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

‘Cause baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, oh
As you shoot across the sky

Happy Belated 4th of July!
Vintage Shirt dress & Belt: Hamlet’s Vintage.
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As I look back on the past year and realize what has changed in my life since then it truly is just brilliant.

I have become closer to friends I knew and have made new friends that will last a lifetime. I have fallen in love with life, with people and have had my heart broken only to come out stronger.

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make ’em go, oh
You’re gonna leave ’em falling down

I lost a close friend of mine from childhood, Lily, to a murder. And I miss her daily. At first I must admit I did not let my feelings be seen about this loss and my heart was in so much pain it was almost to much to go through, especially since it had occurred two days before my birthday but now I realize that she would want her sister and I, two very important women in her life to live in peace. I miss you Lily. I realize that I have to fight for women’s rights more and against abuse (something even I have lived through for a lot of my life). I will be honest with myself, my life and my friends….

Succeeded? Yes, I started a new job since I left my ex husband in Riverdale over a year ago and have truly found my life’s virtues to be quite unique and promising, this too…has made me a more confident and beautiful human being.

A year ago, I was still unsure of my future not completely feeling I can fill my own shoes but still trying daily. The keyword? Trying. Now I look down at my high heeled and quite sexy Olsenhaus shoes, and realize I have grown into them, I am comfortable living with them.

I have started a Vegan Perfume Company with my friend Dania, which will be spoken about later in a long blog post. I moved into a delightful vegan household in Brooklyn where we have our own little sanctuary and a back yard. Honestly, I didn’t expect me to move back to Brooklyn but I did and happen to love basking in it as I ride my bike down 5th Avenue and into Park Slope weekly.

I’ve realized that I can live on Rice & Beans and Avocado daily (this I do often) and that I have my down falls but so much more to be proud of. *How can I mix these two quite different topics into one sentence?*

I decided to write this post because I have quite a few things I would like to explain more in my blog; I want to take this blog on a new journey and start speaking more form my heart. What inspires me? This you will find out if you do so choose to keep on reading. Fashion will always be included and of course, music because I can’t live without a soundtrack to life.

My life though quite painful at points or exciting as others has created the basis for who I am today. Nearly unstoppable at points, I am indeed a firework.

Holidays? Why am I writing about July 4th? Last year I was in Astoria with my lovely friend Christina, watching fireworks as we strolled down the street on a nice summer evenings. I remember there was a slight drizzle but we still kept walking, hypnotized by the lights exploding above us.

I actually do not like the Hallmark of a holidays: the expense, the exposure but I do like the timeline (landmark) of a holiday. The fact that I will always remember a Valentines day, a birthday, July 4th, Christmas..etc because each calendar year: that day is marked out clearly. I do have a profound memory and can remember details better than most people I know, but I do also enjoy the fact that July 4th, like any other day is also a time of spending time with people you love.

This year, I spent time with Dania, a friend I met nearly a year ago but have gotten to be quite close to. We decided to be there for one another on this day because every plan that had been in effect had been canceled and we decided to go out to dinner at my new favorite Colombian restaurant, Bogota, a restaurant with delicious vegan options that someone I had dated for a bit took me to and I had recalled it to be a great time. This time, on July 4th, was just as great as the last.

After dinner we decided to walk to Cobble Hill and maybe go to the Fireworks but I wanted a refreshing glass of wine and stopped into my friends bar, 61 Local for some wine and Kombucha.

The day, an unforgettable one, will last in me memory forever.

You don’t have to feel like a waste of space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

 

04.30.2012: Rockabye….in Brooklyn

tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
I sing

Brooklyn:

What can I say about Brooklyn? I’ll start with, that semi-large borough that I was born in, brought up in and thrive in at this moment. I am one of few people nowadays who actually seemed to have stemmed from such an eclectic part of this country.  Brimming with local artists, community gardens, tree-lined streets and cafes, bars like 61 Local that have Kombucha on tap and introduces other local businesses to the masses.  I miss when I spend most of my work days in the fast paced hustle of Manhattan. Brooklyn is electric, eclectic and I simply adore spending my weekends there. I soak in the delight of the neighborhoods and currently, ride my bike watching the blurred scenery pass me by.

when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
i sing

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me
rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye till i’m fast asleep

The past week had passed rather quickly as time usually does. On Tuesday, I went to yoga at Jivamukti, my favorite yoga studio in New York City. I truly have tried many and this one just so happens to be the only one I find is progressive enough for what i find I want my yoga experience to be. They also are a vegan yoga school, who support Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, so that makes my decision an easier one for me to routinely go to.

In class, I met our teacher, Chris. He was amazing, instructing us in some positions that I hadn’t taken part in and or his soothing voice introduced us to take part in positions I just hadn’t thought of returning to in quite a while. During the head stand, in which I was unfortunately having trouble bringing myself into after so long of not taking part in such a pose, Chris helped position me and left me, standing on my head for a little while. The blood rushing to my head and my thoughts clearing, I felt rejuvenated when I returned to upward dog.

After the class, we lay in a fetal position and then flat on our (sometimes aching backs) Om’ing and meditating to the sound of serene chanting music. I enjoy this spiritual awakening every time I participate in it and maybe it’s because I was raised as a child of hippies, Om’ing in a field along with 4,000 others, creating a serene musical experience.

the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
i can feel the rattle
riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstile
he paid for his ride
i am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
i left her at the epicenter
we were trembling dutifully
i left him too
i left parts of me
singing…

Last weekend, my friend Dania came from the Bronx and we decided to go to the newly re-opened, VSpot. I ordered the Vegan Eggplant Parmesan, which I admit: I enjoyed every bit of. I had to beg the waitress to take some away because I didn’t want to overeat and Danny, the owner and a good friend of mine: brought me over a birthday mimosa. Our experience was delightful and as always, I will be returning to VSpot.

After dinner, we decided to do some shopping and stopped into Beacons Closet, just as they were closing and then heading on over to Target. I was dressed in a Nautical theme:

Sailboat maxi skirt: 1970s: Beacons closet: $15.00. 70s Sailboat skirt: Beacons closet: $15.00, Vintage retro shoes.

After shopping, Dania wanted to try some Kombucha on tap at a local bar on the way to the movie theater in Cobble Hill, but we decided to spend time in Barnes & Noble, have some tea and rant & rave.

As I previously mentioned: the week went by quickly. I volunteered at a small rescue for a few hours, I helped co-write a new song and stayed up till the wee hours working on the Artists way, gave in and finally decided on getting eye contacts which I finally have been able to grasp the routine of! and, sadly, my roommate Daniel, left us and moved to Paris, to become a head chef in a new vegan restaurant. (Happy for you, Daniel!)

i said today i am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I’m in love with your memory already
everything I’ve seen and heard
and i will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rhythm
of everywhere i have been
it sounds like

Saturday:

My lovely friend, Abby held a clothing swap at her apartment in which about 15 girls, besides myself, attended. (We literally had about 20 large bags of clothes piled up on top of each other) and we played the normal clothing swap games; First person to raise their hands, gets the piece of clothing and or jewelery. This time, I picked up quite a few items from Abby (including an amazing dress I am currently wearing with little elephants on it!) a Bob Marley shirt I have already worn twice since Saturday and a few pairs of jeans that I needed. Basically, after trying everything on: all 15 girls went home with some memories and a whole new wardrobe. After the swap, Jacquelyn and I stuck around and  helped Abby pick up while sipping on champagne & wine and at about 10:30, we decided to order a vegan gluten-free pizza from Pizza Plus.

Check out Kristy’s new blog: http://heyimkristy.blogspot.com/ for more details on the swap.

Sunday:

Abby and I planned on taking 3 large bags of clothes from the swap to Long Island to donate to Food not Bombs, a  food share that happens on Sundays all over New York State. We are trying to go there to volunteer about once a month and always feel wonderful after.

At 11:30, I arrived at Abby’s house and we went to have a delightful brunch before driving out to Long Island. About an hour later, of talking, we arrived at the Food share in Hempstead and started working on the produce line just as soon as we arrived. I am always amazed at what we end up giving out: but pleased that Food not Bombs is a vegan food share and everything we hand out happens to not contain ANY animal-by products.

We were handing out basil plants, bananas, potatoes, all sorts of other fruits and veggies. Jon Stepanian, a personal hero and good friend of mine, keeps everything under control and dedicates his time and money to projects like this one. In fact, on May 19th, he will be running 50 miles on Long Island to raise money for his own Non-profit Community Solidarity.

Every time we go there: we are amazed at how many other volunteers there are, taking part in such a good cause. We had a good time while encouraging each other to open our hearts and souls and help…

The ongoing word and joke of the day was: Similac. Ha!

After the food share we now have a tradition of heading over to our favorite Italian restaurant in the tri-state area: 3 Brothers Pizza Cafe, where Abby and I share a delightful vegan greek salad and each order Tempeh Marsala with spinach. And we watch as the two Jon’s traditionally with us, devour calzones and pizzas.

We were in heaven…

tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn.

When we got back to Brooklyn, Jacquelyn rang me up and told me about a n ice piece of furniture she found and we brought it in last night, placing it in our living room and admiring its antique features.

All is well for a Sunday night as I tried to organize my new wardrobe of clothes and sleep.

Of course, I stayed up half the night with a poem in mind. Scribbling it down into a notebook I have placed under my pillow.

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