A Week By The Sea - Lyrics 5591/Justin Furstenfeld - Blue October

Precise like a metronome, to the boneSo calm, you're a week below the seaI'm blessed like a leprechaun finding your goldTwo cheers for the low that you take up to highThey come crashing like a winter warm rainSo soft you could tremble on all of my soulChorus:Cause yeah, you show me to the open part of my soulCause yeah, you show me to the open part of my soulCause yeah, you show me to the open part of my soulSoul, my soulSo I'll rise when you ask me to, and follow throughI'll climb to the highest point blankI'll crawl just to get to you, you are my homeAnd only time will be the judge of this romantic trialWhen I'll kiss away your worries of meJust smile and believe that you live in my soulChorus:Cause yeah, you show me to the open part of my soulCause yeah, you show me to the open part of my soulCause yeah, you show me to the open part of my soulI said you show me to the open part of my soulImpressed by the who you are, shooting starBest-dressed by the fall, you are treeTwo steps to the intimate part of my soulYou show meYou show me to...my soulShow me toYou show me to***I love this song. It's not been officially released but I've got a demo of it from the band. You can Google and find videos of Justin Furstenfeld performing it. It's got a really cool electronica sort of beat.Check out Blue October online at blueoctober.com

2013 A Review in Pictures Flipagram

In 2013 I welcomed my husband home after 751 days. Eight months later I kissed him goodbye for what should be 190 days. I kissed him... A lot. Said good bye to family and friends in Miami, fulfilled a life long dream of living in Europe. In Italy I've made some good friends who feel like family, climbed a mountain (sort of), read a ton of books. Wrote some stuff, including a letter to Juliette (and felt her up). I became a soccer mom, sent my baby to Kindergarten, drank a bunch of wine, and even more coffee and tea, and ate way too much gelato. My Gram gives the best hugs and slobbery kisses and I miss them. Oh and I still heart Mr. Darcy!I made this using the Flipagram app and the song is "Sway" by Blue October

My Writing Playlist

I've never actually posted one with regards to what I was writing, but I got a little inspired yesterday, with all my sharing and so I thought I'd share some more...These songs I find either inspiring in some way or are relevant to my manuscript's theme...I'm sure I'll add more songs to this list as my mood, or the story progresses...

Groping in the dark-no more...

I think...I think I finally "got it"! This "thing" I've been trying to find. For months I've essentially been groping around in the dark, discovering nothing, except handfuls of air.  A blindfolded me trying to pin the tail on my story.

I knew it was there. I could sense it. It would nag me. An itch in my brain I couldn't scratch.

The little morsel of a puzzle piece that's been missing in my manuscript. The ever elusive bit of story I've been squinting to see.

Then today while stuck in traffic, blasting Blue October it came to me. It was like looking for your eyeglasses only to discover they've been perched on top your head.

Wait, I need to back up a few days...To the moment when a bit of light crept in.

On Sunday night or was it Monday? The actual day is irrelevant, it's what I was doing when "it" actually began, that, I think-is important.

I was burning brain cells watching an episode of Dance Mom's Miami ( Ohmygosh have you seen this show? It's so sad. Those Mom's are... Sigh. Never mind...I'm not going there.

Anyway...I was watching Dance Mom's Miami and this song Speak in Silence played during one of the kid's performances (which was super cool by-the-way). I was immediately drawn to it.

The music itself is electronic and cool, and that certainly played a big part of it, but the lyric, the idea of speaking in silence led me to think about silence and the sound of it. Yes. Sound. That sort of buzzing in your ear when the world around you has gone quiet. Where I live in Miami moments where it's absolutely silent are far and few in between. I miss the quiet. The absence of silence in my life is-I'm sure-what caused my ears to perk up and listen to this song certainly...but it was the idea ultimately that fascinated me. I thought about how we communicate silently, how we purposefully keep ourselves silent-either to not harm someone, or out of fear, or for any other number of reasons. Then it made me think about myself and how I communicate, and how I do it best when writing. It made me think about writers and the solitary job it is, and how essentially when we're writing, we're speaking, silently to the page. Writing is speaking in silence.

This idea of silence not really being silent was rolling around in my psyche the last few days then yesterday-while in the car, I kept replaying HRSA by Blue October. I've always loved that song-and I've probably heard it a thousand times, but yesterday I kept replaying it, almost absentmindedly. I think the "dark" part of my brain needed to hear it. Like the mute-writer in there-arms outstretched-needed to hear it because it drew her to the light...and towards her silent voice.

This morning I was in traffic and grew bored of Talk Radio, there was nothing I felt like listening to on the music stations (Miami radio's level of suck-age is great folks) so out of habit I hit the CD button and of course on came HRSA. Something in me sort of clicked, and anything that might have irritated me normally about Miami traffic didn't-like my, "Oh this person is so rude! GRRR", button had been anesthetized. My son Evan who is usually a chatterbox full of questions (and the answers) sat silent in his carseat staring out at the people who also found themselves in unexpected traffic. Yet despite the honking and the blaring outside our car and the thrumming of the music, my son and I were the epitome of quiescence.

And I listened.

Except this time it was different than the thousand times I'd heard that song before. It was as if I was listening to my self listen. The writer groping in the dark suddenly found something to grab a hold of and she pulled.

Hard.

She it the floor hard-not knowing her strength, her hands full and heavy with the weight of a single board pulled from a window in the dark part of her brain. When her eyes had adjusted and she'd gotten over the shock of feeling something heavy in her hands she saw it. In a sliver of mottled light sat that missing piece of her story's puzzle, small, but significant.

As I said, it's just a little idea. One small grain of sand the itching-irritant I needed to occasion the creation of  (what i hope will be) a pearl. I'm off to revise my outline and do some re-writing-wrapping my words around this little grain of sand.

love, light, & warmth,

nicōle

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Anniversary Wedding Video to Blue October's Calling You

So today is my anniversary... I tend to make these goofy videos of my lypsyncing to a son. Here I am doing just that to Blue October's "Calling You".

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Happy Halloween!

Last night my family and I attended a Halloween Bash at a friend's house in our old neighborhood.  We had a grand time, but pulling up to the street and not turning into the drive at our house felt a little weird...We quickly got over it when we thought about the stress involved with selling the darn thing! Pictured above is me in my Halloween best. I made the tutu myself (you can expect a tutorial sometime soon). I dressed up as the Night Sky.Yesterday I also got the tattoo I've been wanting. Remember...I told you about it-the one to honor my grandmother...Here's a close up version.I am absolutely pleased with the result and the tattoo artist (he's the husband of a pal of mine) is truly an artist. You can check out both of their work on their blog The Horse and Hare or at their Etsy shoppe. Save

To Tattoo...a Reminder

There are two tattoos that I REALLY want to get. The first is on my ankle/foot area that reads "keep graceful dancing" - it's from one of my favorite Blue October songs and will be in honor of my grandmother who no matter what life threw out at her, could always manage to dance through it. I also think it is from her that my own mother got much of her strength from and in turn, I get my own inner strength from my mom, who also manages to continue to rejoice and enjoy all that life has to offer and dance when ever the opportunity arises no matter what life throws at her. So I suppose in a way it will be an homage to, the two most important women in my life. The two women who some of my earliest memories include being spun around in dance.

The second is on on my right wrist and the words "dream dust" a quote from this Langston Hughes poem.

Dream DustGather out of star-dust,Earth-dust,Cloud-dust,Storm-dust,And splinters of hail,One handful of dream-dust,Not for sale.- Langston Hughes

This poem is particularly meaningful to me, because I strongly believe in the power of our dreams and holding on to them. This will serve as a little reminder to me-to never loose faith in my own dreams.The hubs is against the idea of me getting a tattoo on my wrist. What do you all think? Yay or nay? If you remember I posted a while back that I wanted a white one...but I've not heard a whole lot of good things about white tattoos (even though I still really want one) I think a lighter color on my wrist would be great...Photo: weheartit.com