the title, 'gypsie meets warrior' was inspired by Carlos Castinida's 'lessons of don juan'
Don Juan teaches Carlos about different paths in life. such as the path of being a warrior.
&i, Gypsie, would like to be a warrior in life. sounds craycray..but its true.
anyhow, it happens to be one of my favorite playlists...filled with beautiful songs..most of my favorites. been tryna spice up the blog, you know..
anyway. today was a day of reminese. ive been trying to clean my room, so i can walk into my room able to feel the carpet under my feet, instead of falling into my room & landing, face first, in an assortment of shoes, pants, shirts, & thongs. i use the phrase 'i fell down some stairs' sometimes, just so i won't have to tell people about the condition of my room, which is why i have scratches & brusies on my arms.
exaggeration.
anyhow...my point, i found hunreds of old poetry. &its so strange, poetry really defined so much in me. &now i barely write poetry..i just write about things that happen to me or record dreams..if that. but everytime i read them, i remember the day, time, weather...everything i felt.
i remember the people that were in my life, the situations that inspired me to write..so many important things. it makes me wonder if this point in my life is of critical growth. i dont like questioning that, i really don't. but i'm very sensitive to things, & i feel like through this bit of dry action will come a poetic influence..that i welcome into my life.
if i'm breathing, i'm growing. because you can never die if you've never lived.
ashley & i barely read each other poetry anymore, it bums me out. i think i'll have to call her up & see if she's written anything lately.
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