it begins with a bite

eat it.

my next post, lovely m*tha f*ckas, is about food.

and with new york and chicago combined, we gotta good thing goin'.

namaste, foodies. i have missed you.

MERCURIAL

of mercury

of chemistry

of myth

of orbital rotation

of la luna

of cascades of heat

of rebirth

of elements

of laid pavement

of mown grass

of honey in the tree bark

of pollutants on my contacts

this heaving life is gasping for a cleanse

for a swab of ointment

for an herbal balm

for mommy's hands

for a nip of Bailey's.

it's f*ckin' hectic on 9th

and i jog my way past the blowouts

the only way i know

head down

tunneling over the grates and bowels of the city

passages under kitchens

under wine hustlers

under pasty puff-ers

new yorker puertoricans workin' the Amish Market

and the flavor of this melted pot is thick

it's complex

it carries history

and grit

and i dig it

when i see a family in saris

kickin' around an inflatable globe.

what seaport do i go to to watch the sunrise?

with LSD not so close...

all things are too fresh

i still remain a tourist

despite the temporary address

the light peeled back and frisked me over

i am saturated in city

saturated in humans

saturated in media

saturated in the heat that confusion spreads thick.

*Gina Cornejo written 4/2/10

namaste, to the winds of change...just don't blow me the h*ll over.

a missed may

i did. i missed may. totally. fully. complete fly by.

apologies, alongside a hearty namaste to you all!

my may daytime musings were complex and stressed and unfocused.

may teased me with dreams of spain, nepal, paris, australia, chicago...

i currently have no footing. i currently have no dirt in which to bloom forth.

i can feasibly pack my things and go. go!

just go...but to do what...to accomplish what...to flourish into what...

i was up very early in the city this month. early enough that Times Square

held an eerie resemblance to the movie "I AM LEGEND."

able to witness the bold yawn of the city,

swept up in street-meat onions and cart-coffee,

the routine of a couples parting on their separate paths to work

was a gem of genuine behavior.

and for new york, that's impressive.

the AM kisses were not thrust and rushed.

an extension of the night prior, a last taste, a small snuggle,

a new york nuzzle in the skin you surrendered in.

these couples genuinely displayed "love" and i saw it.

("love" love, because who knows if these people have been married for 7 years

or met at an 80's theme party last Wednesday. logistics on the side, they began

a day - this day - together.)

what they ate for breakfast or who cooked it, in whose shirt...

did they pack n' carry a handy travel toothbrush...

the nanny, was she on time today...

their laptop, did they plug it in overnight, or will they charge it at the office...

still wearing the purple leopard heels,

but accompanying a more casual newly-purchased Gap pencil skirt and cotton blouse...

i deeply "love" these couples.

i wish them all well.

i urge more slowness in life - my own included.

i urge more deliberate, thought out behavior.

i urge more tenderness with time and execution.

no one knows what is good for you, except you.

except, really, only you.

totally. fully. complete.

since i can't seem to make up my damn mind, as of late, i need to take it slow.

i need to yawn. i need to settle in. i need to focus. focus on, really, only me.

then, i can extend out...genuinely extend to others...deliberately give to them.

namaste. keep it slow.