2. Hanging out on my boyfriend’s deck

Enjoying a Sunday afternoon going over my writing, writing some, doing a little yoga. The sun is out, but the threat of rain comes and goes. That’s the way it is during monsoon season.

Relishing in the impermanence of this scenario. Tomorrow I will be back at work, so will Randy. In a few months he will be traveling for his work and I will be here, preparing for another winter in Flagstaff.

My core class for grad school begins in a couple of weeks. I hope, as well, to be teaching more yoga classes and to be practicing reiki and sharing/selling more herbs, too. It will be a busy winter.

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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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