they let me come to work again, so i have that going for me.



(this part rattled behind me all day so i deleted it).



the dogs got their stitches out, z. and i can go back to disc-ing. the afternoons thrown off from having to travel so #4 and i eat box mac-n-cheese in front of the laptop. the weeks getting warmer. im remembering to water the seedlings, to take my meds, to stretch. im working a full day and still getting it done on the farm. but im fried from trying to explain mathematical remainders to children who pick their nose and eat it. someone told me mennonites will take the kittens for their milking barns, but if one has extra toes, i might have to grant asylum. winding through the sunlight jerry and floyd, orpheus and alans psychedelic breakfast, the dog barfing on my beloved organic fair-trade mexican feedbag satchel. roll the windows down, dear, feel the wind in your hair. whiskey horses and moo-cows, i hit a squirrel and figure some cold-eyed crow will eat for a day. somedays the words dont come and its not my job to kick the straw and roust them out. you dont rush the growing by pulling on the leaves. i help with homework, do the dishes, sing along. the words rustle in the hayloft. one day theyll rise.

the cat meme...





1. frodo needs a good home.
2. frodo needs a carputer!
3. frodo needs money.
4. frodo needs Elvis Medicine!
5. frodo needs a Samwise.
6. frodo needs good people around who can help him resist the power of the ring.
7. frodo needs a diversion from his fear.
8. frodo needs cheering up.
9. frodo needs us.

“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”



or, there and back. secretly enjoying the mind silence that disconnection brings, but glad to be back in the fold of hearts and hands and back to the world and the words and this little place i tuck away my cloudrambles and riverdreams. hello again and most welcome.

"Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”


well. started seeds under long lights underground. started hardy seeds Out There where yesterday it was sixty and today it snowed. lettuce, spinach, chard, white radish. the cat is pregnant, the dogs were spayed. found an old schwinn breeze in mint condition on the side of the road to match the one my mom left behind, a collegiate. working steady. late march feels like november. less and less it matters whats said, who thinks what. i admit, out loud, that people exhaust me.

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”


my dreams have been vivid. gobi, you were in one, had a quizzical child. another im wading over a sandbar opening boats loaded with bakery. the waves crash onto the rocky shore, the sea floor is paved in brilliant tiles and enormous silver galleons. he tried to see me, not in dreams, and my absence from the wavelength made me miss him. another spring, my brother.

"when god lets my body be/from each brave eye shall sprout a tree"


soon april, and a sleepover bonfire speedometer cake celebration. she and i stood at the edge of the playground and discussed our various psychological burdens. still so much unsaid. after rain the night clarifies into chalky horned moon and burning stars, sweet cool country air and the sound of water singing over rocks the boys bridge and bumble over after school were all back together and theres a moments peace between skirmishes, blessed be. i think about the seeds there underground, unfurling the ancient flags of information and symbiosis, knowing up from down and acting accordingly. i can already taste the joy of their first light, the surrender from the secret shell, the little green flags, breathing.

"nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands"


27 of 365:

1. the two tech guys who resurrected my laptop over the phone.
2. spring.
3. peace between the wars.
4. dogs.
5. sharing a bowl of ice cream while i catch up and he reads about left bank lesbians.
6. e.e. cummings.
7. the fierce irrational grip of jigsaw puzzles with #4.
8. the safe and happy arrival of the littlest okie.
9. the dogs got spayed (the cat, however, finds herself in the family way).
10. this.

"for sale, baby shoes, never worn."



sunlight through hoya leaves quiet afternoon.

i can breathe again, which is pretty cool. the growing light has been singing songs to my fingers. i transplanted some strangling aloes and some oxalis and ferns and a snake plant and the seeds came in so theres that, but its been arctic around here. not windy, not snowy, just cold. i went down to the lake and the feeder creeks are frozen in their beds and im angling for a shot and my boot goes through the ice but nothing soaks through and i like the little message She sends me, now dont go traipsing all cocky up the ice thinking im all about getting you a good snap. one seagull wheels about the thin ice, breaking away from shore until its blue water beyond. all good beachstones under a pane, one green beach glass on shore. she hugged me and i needed that. and im learning about myself. not all rainbows and butterflies, certainly not, but its learning and damn if it isnt as empowering as they say.

dont leave without the digital camera.



my dreams lately have all been terrible. violence, cowardice, loss. at one point in the last dream i said, "i cant believe my self-preservation instinct is kicking in," then everyone else gets killed because the woman who the man bought dinner was really a lover of a man the first man had convicted and sentenced, like a lawyer or a judge. so the lovermans posse finds the family and friends of the lawyerman sitting out at night and kills them all right after i hear the car door slam and realize something terrible is going to happen and i was supposed to bring the lawyerman his rifle and things hed left behind but knew the posse would associate me with the rifle so i scuttled away and they were all killed. and i know the lawyerman is standing by his car on the curb watching this in horror and i know hell blame me because i didnt take the hit instead of them. that was last night.

i really love and respect dogs.

happy to breathe and i can get stuff done around the house tomorrow, for days ive done nothing but sleep while the kids were at school. there was no air. i was, i guess you could say, exhausted. but massive doses of steroids buoy me up to be useful. puttering, one of my favorite things. and im scheduled for a mammo next week, the doc says its a year late. so blessed be i have the insurance to get my glands in the squish and see whats what.



labradorite, larimar, chrysoprase, danburite, yak bone.