talking about the weather, adventures, following my instincts,thrift shops and collecting vintage clothes, indian food,books,travels, long losts, tomatoes, the possibilty of, solitude, wandering, cemeteries, being outside more than inside, my dogs, all dogs, fields, mountains, falls, camp, trying to cook anything that doesn't come out tasting like crap, italy, slow mornings and coffee for two, sweet music, living it and loving it.
people who can laugh off almost anything.
Oh, so much love. the sound of a piano or a horn. makes me swoon.
i have adjusted my eyes to the darkness and it has never been more luminous
is for the birds
journal of a solitude, one hundred years of solitude, bob dylan chronicles, anything tom robbins, saul williams, richard brautigan, emerson, urban tribes, photo books, visual chronicles, blank pages waiting.
and i yearn for the strength and courage to sucker punch moments so that they may swell and ripen blackened blue like the sweetest night