“Longing, we say, because desire is full
of endless distances.”

20 April 2009

"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving."



crows hovering over stubblefields. lying there like the hippo queen getting my teeth cleaned, obscure hits of the eighties yodeling over sirius radio. i experiment with the silver lining project: "well, someone, somewhere, is going, night ranger?! yesssssss!" sometimes i cant help but be myself in the startled presence of my fellow homo sapien sapiens. it feels extraordinary, my skin boundaries dissolve, the light comes through. even in the fluorescent hum of the dentist office, touching the german man on the white polyester sleeve, shouting, "epoxy!"

"Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from."



already april coming to a close. #3 is developing secondary sex characteristics and his voice breaks in earnest. he towers. the visiting poodles bury kibble in the reading chair. a pair of turkey vultures over the evergreens, the wide universal cycle of death and rebirth, i make a morning of pulling dandelions from the garden bed. there is birdsong early in the morning now, and its like sugar in my tea here in the cool damp of the garden with the birds and the dogs playing capture the flag with some dry root. i hang laundry, something i derive an inordinate amount of pleasure from, like flossing (flossing adds years to your beautiful life! go floss!).

"Our sense of community and compassionate intelligence must be extended to all life forms, plants, animals, rocks, rivers, and human beings."



morning break. pineapple, cottage cheese and democracy now!, simultaneously reading about the race to claim what lies beneath the doomed arctic ice cap. lets make sure we can drive to the mall in our hummers to get those awesome end of the world closeout deals!

“We can try to kill all that is native, string it up by its hind legs for all to see, but spirit howls and wildness endures.”



i havent been writing down my dreams. allman brothers, the dreaded birthday dream, a general breakdown in communication. dreaming is such a gift were given. i suffered so many nightmares with H2. for years i havent woken up freaked-out in the empty dark. i dont have those lion/tiger dreams anymore. i dont have those plane crash/nuclear bomb dreams anymore. i dont even have those i cant run i cant scream dreams anymore. blessed be.


“If you know wilderness in the way that you know love, you would be unwilling to let it go. We are talking about the body of the beloved, not real estate.”



30 of 365:

1. amy goodman.
2. clean, whole food.
3. clean water.
4. the silver lining project.
5. laundry drying on the line.
6. having a garden.
7. dental insurance.
8. time to make bread.
9. a bright breezy day after a day of cold rain.

1 comment:

  1. Debrina21 April, 2009

    I live by my dreams. Blessed they be. They are sent from the seat of our subconscious which channels all that is good and evil and somewhere in between...well, that's what I believe anyway. I'm happy for you that the chasing or being chased dreams are few and far between.

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Blessed Be.

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"Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live." -D.T.
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