but im off into the sunlight on merry errands, a hummingbird feeder and making many friends. oh how the hammock calls me! but peas and spinach have been planted, and tomorrow is a long walk and prayer flags. ive been ravenous lately with a mighty thirst, easy to fall into the bilgewater of nausea. not one hundred percent yet but getting it done, with frequent breaks for breath and hydration, face to a benevolent sun. tonight west along the wide road and back to you, this Eve of Ostara.
"...All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
I tried to pass for nothing
But my dreams gave me away..."