#bostonbabe

                   The Colonel guards the monument with his wand.

St. Mary’s Church will be a beautiful space to sing in every Sunday. I’m not quite used to this architectural interior that contributes to the antiquity of Boston quite yet, but I am very excited to immerse myself in this environment- I already put way more effort into my daily clothing ensembles than I did in Lazy  Long Beach. Maybe it’s because I want to be dressed to the nines in the event  I get swept up into some fairytale adventure in this unfamiliar land and it will all be caught on film for the world to view and criticize. Sometimes, I feel that my life if made up of unconventional lifestyles: opera singer who likes to spend her free time lifting really heavy things and finding attraction in unsuspected people. If so, why shouldn’t my life appeal to the masses? Not that it matters really, but what does matter is if my life appeals to ME. In this new city, amidst new people and new concepts and environments to intrigue me, I feel a more sweet satisfaction for my call to the fire of adventure and unconventional living. More and more, as I pull my energy away from what is/was in California, I feel a flame of passion and newness flickering within my heart when I ponder opera and sexuality and physicality and success....

But this leaves me to wonder: If this is good and this good wasn’t happening in California, is the next step to leave “California Madison” behind and let those energies fade so I can let the current flame grow? I don’t know. But what I do know is that consistently choosing joy will not allow those energies of doubt/lethargy/discontent remain alive within me.

Can’t the Colonel just waive his wand at me and transfigure my life into a modern-day Audrey Hepburn movie?