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Sunday, September 8, 2013

Tsaprdook

So help me God.  It is thru intuition that we come to this realization.  Whenever I don't know where I am going but do feel alive, at times of change intense and at times of anxious waiting, I suddenly hear the music that is playing in my head.  The Lord's Prayer, in Armenian. 

I heard it once when I was packing to move out of one place and into another.  I knew then that it was all for good.  But don't get too excited now, remain sober.  Here comes another.  The last changement of domicile I made from Mesa to Chandler, Arizona required another type of prayer I suppose because I heard "Der Voghormia" when I came to. Lord Have Mercy in Armenian.  

After reading so many books, doing yoga, living life and listening to whoever wanted to sell something, I came to the conclusion that yes, I am my own Lord and I should have mercy on myself.  

Thus started a period of drinking a few weeks ago.  Chardonnay is my favorite wine and it makes me so happy.  Two glasses make my creative juices running, my fifth chakra opens up and I start writing, just like now.

What I was going to say and what I ended up saying are two different things I am sure.  I always knew that I was a good crazy.  One who has the patience for bright ideas coming her way to help her channel that craziness through a medium quelquonque.

Do you think "Tsaprdook" is a good title for a book?  The word is in Armenian and for the life of me I don't know the English equivalent or if there is one and I don't know how to find it if there is. Tsaprdook is something that only people who have totally lost it or seem so to others, produce when they talk. Anything goes as long as it is passing through.  Like if you are sitting at an outdoor cafe overlooking a boulevard and the cars are passing.  The only common denominator these cars have is their being cars.  Some are shuttles, like the Orbit shuttle that turns left every hour or so right next to the coffee shop, is empty.  Five to ten minutes later, it returns, still empty. No passengers.  A mystery that G and I are still trying to unravel.  Maybe there is a hotel somewhere.  Maybe.

Hasslo, that is what Tsaprdook is.  Words that might or might not have anything to do with each other or even sentences that are empty.  Just like that Orbit shuttle.

In the meantime, about Chakras. Lately, I have noticed that the definition of certain Chakras have been altered, modified, edited, and made a story out of depending who you are listening to or reading from.  This is where we can say "we can too." 

I am a monster.  There is no question about that.  I will be right back.