Monday, March 30, 2009

what do we see?

Every once in awhile we look at ourselves. Naked. fresh skin. No make-up. What is there that we hope to see? Our true selves revealed for us? Answers to our emotions that play us like fools? Search and search. Only to realize the rain falls and the birds sing.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

kids get it sometimes

Today my son has a fever. He is on the couch. Not following me up the stairs. Not laughing. We are waiting out this nasty virus on a sunny spring day.
So, we are watching some television. This ad comes on about the Vulcan automatic rifle. Wait. It's Nerf. WTF? So I comment, "why would anyone make that?" My son, not missing a beat, in his fever voice replies, "maybe the army made them so kids will want to be in the army. They are trying to brainwash them."

Friday, March 27, 2009


It is the immensity, I believe. The hugeness of things below. The darkness of dreams~Gaiman
Dreams are free, so free your dreams. ~Astrid Alauda

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you. ~Marsha Norman

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

when giggling happens

It simply cannot cease. The silly feeling I get in the realm of me belly. The light head, the tingling. Even before I heard your voice, I was hooked, like a deep sea being living in darkness for millions of years. Slowly I am being lifted to this time. This millennium. Trembling in anticipation of that first breath of sea air.
(impulsive. Written under a minute).

Friday, March 20, 2009

Joyous Eostar!!

The earth is reborn! Let the sun shine and the seeds grow! Blessed be the earth and the goddess! For today the days grow longer and our hearts sing!!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The room under the stairs

Sooo proud! I just love him. He made it all by himself. I dig the "planets.
The "another picture" face :)

Reading is cool

His set-up.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

A little whine

(La Vie Est Injuste)

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I am all of you

I am part of the wind. It hits me and I see. I drive down the country road. My friends are there, the hawk on the line, the heron perched on the beavers dam, the alpacas, shorn and alert, the sheep, the crows, galloping horses, sleeping horses. The chickens movin around the yards. The cows. The black cows and their shiny babies. On the freeway on-ramp suckling from their mothers, laying in the grass, chasing a bird. Thinking of my shiny, slippery baby. Looking at me as he fed from his mother. The love, the connection, the feral cry that sent my body to new highs. The bond, the need, the wariness, the desire. I am all of you.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Stomach flu stay away!!

Evil little bugs!!!!

Not again! No! I will not allow it! I cannot get the flu again. This would be the third time. I am doing EVERYTHING in my power to keep heathy. I am telling my body it cannot get sick

No flu!!!!

Sunday, March 1, 2009


last night so many dreams, well a couple nightmares. I was soo incredibly groggy. Woke up a couple times. Dog, bathroom. Its so unnerving to walk into walls and such when you have been asleep for so many hours. One esp Gothic one with dogs still alive, but with missing organs and flesh.