41. riding my bicycle

  • I love riding my bike on a breezy day. I love having time off of wrk. I love blue skies and sunshine. I love thta it’s finally going to get warm here (i think). I love discovering new things all the time. I love kisses and hugs. I love open communication. I love unconditional love. I love that I no longer allow conditional love in my life. I love that my sweetheart is coming here o live close to me! I love blue eyes with blue skies. I love carrot juice. I love garlic and spinach and beets and goat cheese. I love my room mates. I love my friends. I love where I live. I love pine trees and sage and turtle doves. I love the compost bin I built in the backyard with my sweetie last weekend. I love that my room mate loves the compost bin, too.

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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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