a song by sixpencer none the richer came on a radio station we picked up, it reminded me of a movie with rachel leigh cooke. her and the guy dance to it at the end of the movie. that memory lead to how i wanted her part in the movie tom and huck.. because i thought jonathan taylor thomas was such a dreamboat haha then that reminded me of when i turned twelve. my family came over for my birthday, i thought nobody knew that sixty percent of the time i was only watching home improvement just for him. if i could go back to that birthday i would lock myself in that restroom & dance alone to spice girls instead of opening those presents. one j.t.t calendar from my mom, a huge poster of him from my aunt.. stupidly proceeding to open the rest of the presents, a tom and huck & lion king movie from my granma.. i already had both of those cassettes!and its only his voice in the lion king! but then i wondered if she even knew that or just got those movies for me because she knew i loved them. mortified and bright red was i on my twelfth birthday, as if that age wasnt awkward enough. and in the car i giggled, i guess it was pretty funny.. if you were my mom. you know he was born in bethlehem? random. the telephone wires.. up and down, up and down.
my eyes grew heavy again, this time only day dreaming. about last week in san diego to be precise. sean, my brother and i walked out into the ocean. we took a deep breaths and closed our eyes, waves swept over us with the consistency of heartbeats, bringing our bodies closer to the shore each time. we were laughing because it was so cold and we didnt care. the waves never stopped coming. we walked along a big rock until we found some tide pools with crabs in them. if you stood still long enough they came out. my brother looked for the smallest one he could find to let it crawl across his hand.
sean & i came home, we took our best friends to drum circle, had a glass of wine. amber & i swung around glow poi balls near the water & stood on rocks that poked out from the creek. meanwhile the boys wandered away & sean showed chris the circle pit. drum circle is at my friend garys house, hes an elderly man with a good heart and good rhythm. he built his house, his moon tower and his circle pit. behind his house is a river. the walls of the front of his house open side ways like doors because he uses that part of his home to show case art, thats how i met him. i displayed my art there when i was eighteen. anyway when you walk towards the deck,behind the house theres a moon tower that leads up to the sky. after the moon tower more towards the creek is the hand made circle pit, and on the right of his house is garys room. no one is allowed in there, his russian wife meditates alone there during drum circle. she doesnt really socialize with anyone but ive met her, talked to her a few times and shes a sweet lady. we played music with the locals there. ive been going for about five years but there are always random people passing through. still everytime its just as therapeutic. we sat in a circle around some fire as we drummed, clapped and passed around our jug of green tea. amber & i got up and danced. we grabbed eachothers hands & lightly spun eachother around, uncontrollably laughing. some other people joined in, smiling and dancing. we were surrounded by trees. the trees near to us had big white christmas tree lights hanging down from them. the last time we had been to drum circle was during a meteor shower. we went up in the moon tower with our friend erin, laid down on mats & pointed at the shooting stars.
