Now It’s Thursday. 16

I love that there are birds singing outside
I love that I wrote this morning
I love that I told a really dear friend exactly what I thought about s difficult situation—even though it wasn’t the easiest thing for me to do
I love that I’m getting a massage today
I love that I will be officially divorced in 9 days
I love bicycles and pillows and green velvet couches
I love green and red and rust and purple
I love pine cones and pine nuts
I love the kitties that live in the house
I love birds—especially the bright blue one that flies outside my window

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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