lately |
on sunday we left portland, arriving in port townsend later that day. spent the moonday there with the grandparents & uncle - it was nice to see them and catch up before heading off.then off early th...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 11:06:00 GMT |
where i was & how i be |
i am a healer, by my choices in my own design.i am an enabler, giving beyond all reasonable limits.i am critically aware, though aspiring towards no judgments.i am constantly mutating, and some _...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 16:21:00 GMT |
process |
hands and feeling,like slowly peeling the layers of some amazing onion away. so that bit by bit, more each day, a deeper understanding and less to say
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 08:00:00 GMT |
projections |
calling through water, along dark pathways,he sought her. ceaselessly, for days. in chaos clearerher face he did see, and breaking the mirrorboth were set free.that which was wanted appear...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 08:15:00 GMT |
vacation |
Back home now. Reflecting on the past week.It was quiet. Lots of food - and a lot of it bad. Always enough sleep. Writing and reading and seeing new things. Dreaming of moving to that small, sea-side ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 17:36:00 GMT |
early morning |
overcome by insanity, my inclination is to withdraw, but is retreat an option? circumstances seem to dictate that i release everything to gain freedom, but my fascination stifles the formation of true...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 06:26:00 GMT |
hard work |
you know, that's the literal translation of Kung Fu: hard work. lots of people in chinese culture have "good kungfu" - pretty much anyone who is a master of thier field. unless i've been totally mis-i...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 23:15:00 GMT |
boring to read, amazing to live |
up at 3:25 and off to work. prepare and begin with only the music of compressors, roaring gas-flame and a fan. then i go to the music box, hit he radio button. it's that song - WARNING - my brain flas...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 16:18:00 GMT |
on going away |
i walked there, in a vast open place,and lost myself,forgot the feeling of my face.through airy gardens,sunken spaces,and night-wrapped promonades,i wandered about,confused and high,drunk on the exper...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 19:13:00 GMT |
like an onion |
possession is inherent in the world i came to. the language i speak is nearly impossible to use without imposing the divide of mine and yours, hers and his, ours and theirs. i got a....i have a.... ne...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 13:38:00 GMT |
