Tangled Up In Blue

I love the North part of Miami Beach, its really wild and unfederated up there. The stretch of sand is really quite narrow and there are no organised sun bed vendors or hotel umbrella's. The people I see there more like me. Quite people, sitting on the rocks staring at the waves, women sunbathing alone, maybe some doing yoga, trying to meditate - well they may actually be very good at it, I try to meditate because I am a spaghetti head.

Soul Survivor

I took Richards iPod to the beach. He has the best selection ever on his playlist. Today I played his 232 Rolling Stones Tracks as I lay under the sun (obviously I skipped the ones I don't like or I would still be there.) My whole life has been played out to a Rolling Stones soundtrack.
I got my first album when I was about 11 years old and I can relate every high and low light of my life since then to a Stones track.

Back In The Salad Again

The relief of eating food I can actually digest! I had dinner in Wholefood's this evening. Tofu salad with tahini dressing and a vegan chocolate cookie (not pictured)

Three Colours Blue

Probably the most perfect day so far on the beach. No danger flags were flying, I imagine that means the Jelly Fish have been swept along the coast to terrorise other holiday makers - good riddance. I am glad they have gone as today I had to get into the water as it was too hot not to.

Colour Therapy

Everything is so blue, everything except me.

Home is just emotion sticking in my throat

Stayed home out of the sun today. Had to lay down in darkened room after the cake I ate for lunch, blood sugar was detonated out of control.

Suspicious Minds

In the morning back home in London I make my coffee, actually I have a stove top pot that I prepare the night before. When my alarm goes off I press 'snooze' stagger blindly into the kitchen with sleep mask (very Bet Davies) pulled halfway across face (very Jack Sparrow) and turn on the ring. I then return to bed, pass out and by the time the 'snooze' goes off the coffee is ready and I can get started on my day.

One of the first things I do when the coffee kicks in is check my horoscope on the site that I have listed on my blog roll to the right. This is a great site actually but I like to cross reference it against about 4 other sites to be on the safe side.
http://www.jpastrology.co.uk/    http://www.cainer.com/    http://www.astrolutely.com/  http://www.freewillastrology.com/

I have listed them here incase you want to join me in this neurosis. I am particulary diligent about checking the sites on Fridays when the Love  horoscope is published and Mondays when the weekly charts are published, I am in quite a checking frenzy at the beginning of each month.

I also check the scopes of my friends to see if they are likely to blind side me with any of their nonsense. If I have had sex with you or even given it serious consideration I have checked your horoscope and run various compatabilty checks. Obviously those of you familiar with my track record know that I then totally disregard the warnings and carry on regardless.

Anyway the point (and Yes I do have one ) is that in Miami I don't check my horoscopes (much) because of two things, firstly I know whats going to happen and secondly I don't care. Today I am going to attempt an Angelic meditation process, go to Wholefoods, walk on the beach, have a look in the bookshop and attend an AA meeting.

Cease Fire

I just got sent an email that quoted Wayne Dyer, 'When you judge another you do not define them, you define yourself.' I don't know whether I am dodging bullets or firing them anymore.

Finally

I slept really well last night. I just lay around on the bed, reading and sending emails on my Blackberry, listening to the rain and I finally slept for about 7 hours. I really do believe that my spirit connects to God when I am asleep. I feel elevated.

Walk away while you still can

I dragged myself down 16th Street to the beach and cheered up as soon as I got there. It was much cooler on the beach than on the street, it was windy and even lightly raining for some of the time.

I love that when you follow the line of the sea as it touches the sky you can almost see the curve of the earth. I forget that we live on a planet, I am not sure we do, I think we might have made it all up.

I brought Richards IPOD out to the beach with me and I was listening to Pulp, A Different Class. I love Jarvis's northern accent, it reminds me of shagging boys behind pubs in Preston when I was a kid, entirely unrewarding persuit I might add.  Not sure why I persisted with sex after getting off to such a lack lustre start but I suppose you just do. The triumph of optimism over experience.

Anyway you would get to New York eventually if you kept walking North on the beach so I set myself the target of walking to the rocks instead. New York is cold now, Leonard Cohen said that and so did Richard last night.

The beach was pretty quiet today, the sea looked very deep and dark in places by the rocks. I thought about getting in but it looked a little rough and I was feeling a little fragile.

Seagulls are allowed to fish though just not people