Tuesdays are for Tomorrows

It is starting to feel like Spring here on the mountain. It snowed last night, but today the sky is blue with just a few clouds. The sun is melting the snow.  I almost, almost, went to a coffee shop. There is this cute place down the road with some outdoors seating. I thought, “Boy, it would be nice to sit outside, pull a tarot card, and write.”

There is still too much of an edge in the air to sit outside. But maybe next week! And tomorrow, I think, I’m going to go down the hill and have a stroll in Sedona or Oak Creek. I need to get out badly!

My trips out this year have been to the grocery. (There have been some dramatic exceptions). To the store I went. I did not ride my bicycle. It’s wet and slushy and there is construction happening  – these are my excuses. I drove. I feel a wee bit guilty, but I have energy to practice my guitar now, which I will do after this post. 

And! I heard Ruby Tuesday on the radio – which made me happy (and sad). 

If you notice – Mick says “Let’s spend some time together” because they were not allowed to say “Let’s spend the night together,” on American television in 1967. He has some classic eye rolls going on.

And springtime means rainbows!  And I am itching to get out and get dressed up. Soon! Soon! Soon!

Peace and love everybody!!!!

March 16, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ

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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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