i have been in a tribe dancing wildly around a large fire for most of my lives. now iam weaving baskets with a bebe on my teet. all things move in circles. i am lucky because i have been able to experience so much already at such a young age. i love language and people and music. but the most i have ever loved in all my life and in all of eternity is my daughter, mila.
each day i discover how lucky i am. i hope to finish school one day and get a teaching degree. so i can share with children the importance of creativity, freedom, crazinesss and geography, plus have the summers off to play outside. and own a home in (fingers crossed) new mexico or arizona and have a couple of cats, a medium sized dog, a vegetable garden and scarecrow. i sometimes miss my old life. i miss all the sponteniety.
i miss yvette. i loved her for so long. i wish i could tell her thank you.
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This is the Good Life, surely, this first meal – bread, eggs, smoked meats, tea from the green mountains the English found in China. With a good preface, this single moment becomes a volume in our Encyclopedia. The longer one looks, the more clearly one sees my red coat, the spinning skaters. Except, there is no ice, not any more, and already you’ve forgotten there was even a winter. Moment becomes skeleton, then mere femur. Time, that traitor, steps in and the very page is emptied. A year later, frank confession: we rarely eat breakfast together any more.But nothing is lost in God’s universe, not really. It only takes concentration, like playing chess blind, like choosing the right pet, to bring a moment back, to make it even better this time. Watch, I name you with my stories, my mouth a spider nesting, weaving hatch. Like any gesture, this is a gift – gift a synonym for obligation, for all the things we’ve been saving and not wearing. This time we might become minnows in a bowl of water. I could drop a stone in, and open us both to life’s randomness and collaboration.But I won’t. Instead have our morning back. Orange juice this time, dried figs. Untie the ribbon, open the box, and you’ll find I am there, dancing and cooking, my food, my fury, guarding against all possible losses. And you are there too, still asleep in our bed. You are dreaming, happy that in a moment I will wake you. This morning my gift, not a watch, not a flower, but a magnifying glass.Breakfast, One View by Jesse Lee Kercheval
You Are...My Bloody Valentine.You tend to be a bit distant and reclusive. You are
a leader as opposed to being a follower. You
are a perfectionist and pay very close
attention to detail. You have the tendency to
be lazy, which sometimes get's in the way of
you achieving whatever it is you may be trying
to perfect. You don't really care about what's
typically looked upon as the norm. You really
don't care about what people think about you at
all, or at least so you try and make it seem.
You care most about just being yourself.
what Creation Records band are you? (complete with text and images)
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