Tripping around the sun
After my dark morning stroll, I pulled one of my favorite cards, Three of Cups for my birthday.
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Nothing is Solid ~ American Sentence 104 of 108
Time is everything and nothing
Read MoreNothing is Personal
It was a time when I was alone, not ready to be with anyone. Scorched by the last love affair, nerves still scarred over. It was a Monday night. My friend Leslie texted me, the model for her life drawing class didn’t show up – would I want to model? I said sure, I can be there in 20 minutes. I grabbed a bath robe, drove through the snow, and before I had a chance to think, I was naked in a circle of artists. Next day, I wrote this . . .
Read Moreletting go, then, letting go – Day 75 of 108
figments revolve, figments fade
Read Morehouse dreaming ~ Day 66 of 108 ~ American Sentence
heart of light
Read MoreDream Whisper – American Sentence Day 41 of 108
pleasant dreams make it hard to get out of bed
Read MoreYour mother needs to go ~ 108 Days of American Sentence: Day 20
not sure he was seeing things . . .
Read MoreStone House, Wine, the Forest, and the Sea
This is stunning. Fantastical beauty by Amanda Palmer and her father Jack (and friends). This video is a lush dreamscape. Just watch. I originally saw this video on Pitchfork.
Read MoreWine in the Summertime
I love Eric Burdon and War. Spill the Wine is a classic, great song – and these guys take it up some serious notches when playing live. I thank my friend Patrick for sharing with me – and now I share with you (as I’ve been too busy to write lately). Super Sonic Live Action with […]
Read MoreBorn on a Thursday #57 – I Am Happy
I was afraid of the ghosts in the house, but I managed to train one of them. I told my parents the house was haunted, and proved it by telling Morris, the ghost I trained, to open and close the door, which he did. My parents told me I should stay even though the place was haunted. I said, “These ghosts are yours, not mine.” I had to leave.
Read MoreSnow, Lace, and Strength
I have not had a chance to write Born on a Thursday for two weeks now! Over the winter and early spring, I slowed way down, walking for hours every day through the pines with my canine companion, Stoney. It was exactly what I needed to do. Stoney’s leash was the gossamer thread that kept me from losing my way as I looked hard at my life.
Read MoreAstro-Love: Stepping through fear
I love Chris Hadfield. I wish he was my uncle or father — I think I will adopt him. I can pretend I was brought up with his beautiful, common-sense approach to fear, to life.
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