week sixty one >> "whistle"

What!!??  Are you crazy!!??  

So, it's nearing midnight, and I'm in a funk of tiredness as I struggle to push through finishing round one of end of year reports when I decide to take a breather and hey, yes, check-in on zbook page of the week; when what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but two bad-ass, rock-solid, mega-women on steroids, streaming their boldly flowing juices to one another...

and I am reminded that I have resources to tap, pools of strength to dive into for refreshment and nourishment and rejuvenation! 

Thank you Ceci for over-riding and selecting a sweetly delicious and firey spread for this uber flamin week / month / life. 

This is a fave fabulouso! One of our Oh YES spreads, as it flashes into the noggin memories galore... times of superhero status when nothing could get in our way and dogs with keys were our allies... must be time to start whistling, as it is hot hot hot... was this not one of our Hot pages?  should a been; callin us now back into the fire.

MUchas besas bella, love you ~J.

swoon

There is a heady drunkenness bubbling all around in this spread of “Aguatulnico”. As if we, the viewers, are the senor, just emerged, from the martini glass. I personally prefer to take the stance of the winged bubble rider, floating up and out of the blue hue. The words at top “Traveling with style” apply directly to that sprite of fancy, decked out with her sweet umbrella. This tiny apparition, reminds me of myself I must admit. For a span of time, I styled around with the hippest umbrella; a purchase from an original cirque du soleil sighting – sections of red, blue, yellow and black. I tried to open it for a piece de resistance photo opportunity screaming down the drop of Splash Mountain – unfortunately, it did not survive, and to my dismay, the photo was awash as well.



Aguatulnico

Cec and I were invested in a triple threat theme park extravaganza at that time – episodes full of story. For now, I leave this page, a favorite of mine, for its sparkle and lunacy, with these deciphered words:

Luna, every woman’s friend,

To me, thy goodness, condescend

Let me, this night in visions see,

Emblems of my destiny.

How do I get there?

Sensing the road

Where can I get this?

In my dreams.

Be well and Blessings –J.G.

week twenty six >> "listen"

Listen up Rumourville, Hear me, Hear me...

Do not touch my heart of gold with your scratching glasses.

I Will stand, in gratitude and humblehood and speak my truthful love.

Let me stand in strong embrace with freshful face toward unions plenty.

Let me see with eyes clear and blinding what pictures wait beside my bedside table.

And let me know that Loves great gift will lift my bountiful sharing toward lights uplifting.

Here, on this page, prophetic soundings wail forth from fortified groundings.

Here, on this page, airs sweet breath lasts in top clearings camp of divided colors.

Love to this page for earths lined structure and form.

Love to this page for faces forlorn and reborn.

Shelter this page, in messages sung from begun.

Shelter this page, in ancients stone soul taking form.

Guide me, this page from fear, repercussion, sleepless dawns.

Guide me, this page with shimmer and color and squirm.

Fly me strengths flights towards sharing, embracing, deepening sights.

With prayers soaring mind, peace and calm may you descend in ascent of thirty-three in Chile. Our troubles are but minor woes - Love and light blast through! blessings to all -J.G.