Movimiento...

push and pull

2012-01-30T23:29:00.000-08:00

o goodness!
gladness!
oye, voy-
it seems that i don't
know my place anymore
i am seeing more clearly
those true colors showing
like the hints of color
through peeling paint
on walls
there is something
unraveling
here for me
and it seems like maybe my journey
is asking
that i make my move
once again
cause i feel like i'm
carving out causes
rallying resources
and drumming
and drumming
and bumming
and slipping
back into the lulling
rhythm
of a rhythm-less life
but
i can't sit still anymore,
my body won't let me
there's a buzzing in my belly that
makes me squirm
with impatience
an ever urging insistence,
more than, more than, more than
mere existence,
and if my hands lie
too long useless
they scream their resistance to lifelessness
in aches and pains like
fire needles in joints
they cry use us, use us,
don't miss the point!

you are divinity,
you are the skin it's housed in,
Life is sacred and profane and you
can swing from extremity to extremity
or find a middle way,
your own rhythm,
to walk to.

Steaming

2012-01-19T13:08:00.000-08:00

i am simmering
boiling
roiling in my own juices
this morning
i wake
sleepily, sweetly, sadly
letting go slowly
doesn't hurt any less, you know
it may in fact be
the more painful
choice
but on my lonely way
back-
but i am finding pieces
of my heart along
the path,
acknowledging what must be mended
places that bleed still,
fleeting glimpses
of the kind of compassion
that might transform us both,
once again,
into something resembling
friends.

remember?
please remember,
how i've adored you-
caresses carrying love's buoyant weight,
nights of laughter and mornings steeped
in passion's wake-
don't forget.
don't forget, amor mio.

and even back
before that still
delighting in you
without possession or pause,
you did not belong to me then-
and neither do you now,
so why and when and how
is it
that this
separating
tears me into pieces,
and can be a bittersweet relief in
one breath,
and a chest-crushing weight
in the next?

we are shooting arrows across caverns
sending up flares that can't be seen-
we have lost our common ground now,
and there are oceans
in between

i'm sorry, love,
i'm sorry-
i don't have any fight left in me
and
i can't bridge these distances
alone.

(i never could.)

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

2012-01-10T13:56:00.000-08:00

janelle turtle and zoe keating
today
as i try
to make right
and re-set patterns,
place them gently aright
like little children
learning to walk
who topple over
again and again
gently,
patiently
make quiet that voice that screams,
never! not good enough! not right!
soothing,
gently,
who would scream
at a little child,
anyway?

Growing

2011-12-19T10:46:00.000-08:00

so many possible poems

running around inside me

half-written lines of

some epiphanous moment

not so eloquent yet

and just maybe, possibly

profound

growing skin

and letting people in

sound oxymoronic and yet

these seem to be the lessons

of late

how do i relate?

without merging?

without taking on that which is not mine?

all the while

trying to leave all those old and worn-out

survival tactics

behind me...

Updates...

2011-12-03T23:50:00.001-08:00

...soon.

Love-

neptune's garden

2011-11-16T10:01:00.000-08:00

the morning mist reveals the spiders' homes,
around every bend another
landscape of illuminated webs-
perfect drops of dew
strung along perfect lines,
like so many little pearls of light.
i smell the water
before any other sense
tells me it's there,
i take a deep breath, and sigh
that salty smell stirs
something in me
even here, at the
brackish back-end of the bay.
the grebes dive and resurface
again and again,
catching their morning meal
feeding their children,
the sound of their call out across
the water
is hauntingly wild
for such a paved little trail.

the bay stretches out and
blends in the mist, the
grey of the sky-
there is no horizon line
only light reflecting light
and I
turn to walk back into the bushes
the wet high grass,
my silly familiar friend
stops short and pounces,
bounces
back up along the trail-
i am thankful for this ridiculous
companion of mine,
who makes my laughter ring
like a pealing of bells
in the stillness of the
morning air.
he jumps for no other reason
but joy
and plays slip n'slide games
down the gently sloping inclines,
making me shake my head,
and smile.

One of my favorites, by one of my favorites...

2011-11-15T09:44:00.000-08:00

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver

let's move

2011-11-14T16:56:00.000-08:00

i am drumming
up
positivity
and power
hopefully wondering
what the universe
has in store
for me
now
this shifting
this movement
that is shaking me to my core
turning over compost piles
finding rich soil there
so
fertile

i am calling
up images of self
unimagined
conjuring creativity
something more
free
a body that moves with pain
a mouth full of laughter
a soul unveiling its wings
i am bigger
than i ever
dreamed
before
there is nothing
more
powerful
than what i've found
living between my legs
between my belly and spine
it starting
to curve
to roll
to unwind
go ahead
ask me
i dare

who is this woman

remember?
the one with wind in her hair
that fire dancing in
her eyes
remember?

she's still in there
and she is clawing
her
way
out
digging down
opening up
unraveling herself
from sleepy-eyed-stony-slumber
surprising her habits
and waking her nightmares
drumming
pounding
shouting
howling
singing
dancing
floating
growling
beating
pulsing
flowing
here,
here,
here.

So, maybe

2011-11-06T12:50:00.000-08:00

things aren't always as extreme as
i feel them to be
or as dire as
i percieve.

and, maybe
there is temperance to be found
in a nescafe sit-down round
something wet and little
and shaking
whimpers under the table
while
something old and stalking
creaks down the hallway past
closed doors
or, maybe
cracked open, an inch
for a glipmse
a glance
and, maybe
eavesdropping is almost like
the first step
to participating
in conversations you don't know how to have.
one day
you'll be brave enough
to join in,
maybe.

ROAR. ( or, Fuck 'Em. )

2011-10-23T10:34:00.000-07:00

my anger rages
its flames clearing forests
burning up all the dying
the decaying
the lies long-standing
rooted in my own misunderstanding
of myself

my rage is quaking
trembling, shaking
crumbling buildings that have long-loomed
in
my inner landscape
beliefs of myself that have consumed
and
kept me from a clear view-

my fury cracks sidewalks
sends green shoots skywards
you,
stop right there,
don't come any closer
'cause now i have seen your
face by the firelight of my burning
your farce, your front, your failure
your longing, your yearning
and i won't let you
abuse me
and then crawl back begging

i am not a beggar
nor a destitute child
i am not the weak one
or the apologetic liar
i am roaring
i am rage
i am fury finally found
i am fierce and in your face
and i am walking the grounds
of this
my awakening

Merp.

2011-10-17T14:29:00.001-07:00

i want to write so much! argh!
damn time restraints...
soon,
soon enough.

Anxiety

2011-10-13T11:25:00.000-07:00

i wake
with a familiar weight
on my chest
today I am
anxious, at best
i am holding hope so tightly
that it squeeks
in small protest
i have been moving so much lately
sifting, shifting, releasing
and still
and yet
this feeling has come to visit once again.
like some stalker in the night
it must have snuck in
through the window
which i have left open,
for the sake
of moonlight,
it sits on the edge of my bed
unsettling my heart and my head
with dreams like flashes
like flashbacks
like so many faces and flurry and fear
why now? why here?
i have been gathering
my bones
and all those pieces
long scattered to the wind
calling myself home
back to that place within me
that i Know, exists
then this
this unraveling weight
that sits on my chest
and refuses undoing
this pressure
somewhere between ribcage and battlefield
between repulsion and a broken gait
LET ME BE
or please, just wait
til something passes
til my grounding is more tangible
til my personal revolution
can gain it's momentum
til the day is through
or until
i can figure out
what to do with you

PEREGRINA by Chavela

2011-07-22T11:02:00.000-07:00

Suspended

2011-06-03T22:24:00.000-07:00

Drifting
between possibilities
perspective shifts once again
landscapes of lives to be lived
spread out before me
like the clouds' shadows moving
slowly across the
mountains face

passing shadows,
nothing more
these are the thoughts that
entertain me
keep me company
tonight

i ponder and postulate
the weight of a single human life
i seek the fulfillment
of secret dreams
in quiet hours
a simple happiness in life
and yet
can never quite shake
the nagging sensation
maybe some unfounded realization
that i am held accountable
for my time
my days
my ever-swiftly passing moments
what i choose to give
life

For Friends

2011-04-29T12:07:00.000-07:00

the smell of dirt
winding roads through forests and mountains
and lives
gratitude for such kindness shown
such care

closed springs
rain, sleet, snow
beware the pizza in Quincy...

laughter from the gut
from the deepest places
gurgling up and out
and spilling over the three of us
on this night of many misadventures

campfire finally found
we sit
sleep outside
on the ground
under the star-shine
the river lulling us to sleep
and singing us from dreams
in the cold fresh
morning

not quite over yet
pack it up
and then...
dead battery.
the engine sputters
and we all exchange looks
and laugh
get the car jumped
pile back in
and we're on the road again

Wow.

2011-04-12T19:11:00.000-07:00

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer~

Thich Nhat Hanh

2011-03-21T09:39:00.000-07:00

The Desitute Child

Precious gems are everywhere in the cosmos
and inside every one of us.

I want to offer a handful to you, my dear friend.
Yes, this morning, I want to offer a handful to you,
a handful of diamonds that glow from morning to evening.
Each minute of our daily life is a diamond that contains sky and earth,
sunshine and river.

We only need to breathe gently for the miracle to be revealed:
Birds singing, flowers blooming.

Here is the blue sky, here is the white cloud floating,
your lovely look, your beautiful smile.
All these are contained in one jewel.

You who are the richest person on Earth
and behave like a destitute daughter,
please come back to your heritage.

Let us offer each other happiness and learn to
dwell in the present moment.
Let us cherish life in our two arms
and let go of our forgetfulness and despair.

Hooray!

2011-01-26T12:34:00.000-08:00

Yukito!!!

2011-01-26T12:29:00.000-08:00

struggle 'til surrender

2011-01-21T15:55:00.000-08:00

Bueno.

2010-07-28T19:00:00.001-07:00

A day of gardening and landscaping, of mud-covered feet, safety meetings, hummingbirds and bees, birthday planning, and laughter.
Of puppy play-time, singing, sunning, and finishing a good book.
Productive. Restful. Good.
Tomorrow? More plant-lovin' and perhaps some solitude, maybe a coffee-catch up with an old friend.

Love~

You're Not the Right Alice..

2010-07-27T12:18:00.000-07:00

You've lost your muchness, he said.

My muchness?

Yes, your muchness, in there, pointing to a place between her heart and her gut.

Excited.

2010-06-30T08:49:00.000-07:00

Had a beautiful day yesterday.
Took a late nap and then got up and finished the novelita I've been reading. Perfect. Simple and perfect. I loved it. A story about a fierce little woman who follows her heart and finds her life in unexpected places. I absolutely fell in love with her over the course of the book. Would that I was so witty....! :)

Today I am moving slowly but deliberately....slow and steady, slow and steady. New mantra, perhaps?

I am my own.

2010-06-27T16:21:00.001-07:00

I am no one's cornerstone.
I am my own.

Argh.

2010-05-27T07:10:00.000-07:00

The delights of home quickly bring the weight of "responsibility." Then the upkeep begins to overwhelm- always more to do, always. With seemingly less and less time and energy with which to do it. This is the struggle. Mine, anyway.

For example, Thursday evening, Alex and I sat at the kitchen table, shootin' the shit, cracking each other up- both exhausted from a hard day's work....only Alex spent the day planting in our garden and I spent the day making coffee and food for Snooty-McSnootersons for $7/hour. What?!

Awesome. That's what I came here to do...

How do I create a life that is filled with the things that are important to me? How do I sustain that life? What to do when that which I "must" do (to sustain the lifestyle I have chosen) begins to errode, diminish, and take precedence over the very things I supposedly came here to do.

I love my house. I love my bathtub. I LOVE my plantitas and the garden that is beginning to take form.
I DON'T love coming home from work with little time and even less energy for anything else in my life.

Sometimes I feel guilty and judge myself to no end- words of people, of the culture echoing in my head...."That's what you gotta do." "Suck it up." On and on and on....

But what if I'm not happy? The work that is available to me here is heavy labor and/or long hours of meaningless, mindless work that drains me energetically, even more so than it does physically. I don't want to give my time and energy to that. I don't. I don't want to work in food service anymore--that was part of the point in coming here for me- learn skills to carry with me so that I might not have to do that.

Pictures from Mom's Visit....

2010-05-05T15:29:00.000-07:00

My Mama came to visit me for my happy birthday....it was pretty sweet. :)

This is the door to our studio/workspace.....my Mom labled this picture "Squirrel Entrance"....because of the damned little varmint who has decided to move in. ugh.

anyone with a foolproof mode of removal??

or even a suggestion??

That's Bronson and Alex.....the loves of my Life! Also, roomies. So precious. :)

I love this one! :)

So, Mom and I go to this fancy-schmancy little boutique. The woman working there comments on my pants and points to some on the rack.... "You might like this pair, they're very similar to the ones you have on...."

Right. For a mere $75....

...I almost told her, mine were from the Free Box!! :)

Conversation

2010-05-05T15:00:00.000-07:00

"My world is crashing down."

"Good. Now you can rebuild it."

It's like

2010-05-01T09:59:00.000-07:00

you've become that spot
the one right in the middle of my right-eye
lens
the one that won't rub off, just smears and
shades my view even more
i can't see through you some
days
the smoke of your childhood wreckage
still so thick
and smoldering

the simplicity of beauty
is lost on me
as i wander through
your haze
dazed and wondering
how to get back to that place where i started
how to get you to walk out the door
or close it

or something.

anything.

everything is changing,
with or without our knowing it,
everything.

8 Minutes Left....

2010-02-25T10:42:00.000-08:00

....on the computer at the library, which is my only access right now. So, quickly! :)

My life here in Taos is unfolding into something beautiful right now, I am so grateful.

I found a house with two dear ones, which not only is cute and crumbly in that Taoseno kind of way, but has every little ridiculous detail that I have drooled over, joked about, and longed for......fireplace, wood stove, sun room, bright kitchen with mexican-style tiling, yard with fruit trees and room to grow! Um, did I mention....a stand alone CLAWFOOT BATHTUB??
yes, oh yes.
I have found heaven- it is in my bathroom. with herbs, incense, oils, and silence and solitude and steaming hot water. unbelievable.

My days are finding rhythm, slowly but surely- with work and yoga and hiking and hotsprings, music and new friends and taking care of myself.

More to come, sooner than later I hope. :) To all those I love who read here, I am missing you all so very much, and would (more than) LOVE to hear from you!

Done Gone.

2010-02-01T00:26:00.001-08:00

Hekate at the Crossroads

2010-01-01T00:28:00.000-08:00

life's language
is full of metaphor and mystery
and if i listen closely enough to hear
life's delight in itself
can bring me to tears
on such a cold blue moon night as this

I circle spirals of protection
around myself
my sleeping brother
and all those that we love
it is the ending and beginning of a cycle
a crossroads,
of many sorts
what to let die-what to give life to
these are the questions that rock me
tonight

the smoke of my prayers rise
and i am
woman, luna, earth
i look up to see that i have
planted myself in line with Pleaides
and smile
at life's gentle teasing
and the way sometimes
we know things

i smile again when i hear
such worn familiar words
echo in my head
'you must learn to love
the questions themselves
as rilke said'
so i am finding joy
here
now
in this

and i will await the answers
the way a woman awaits her lover
from afar-
with a longing not without sweetness,
an anticipation tempered by patience,
a heart open and ready to recieve.

Mi Luna

2009-12-15T20:43:00.000-08:00

Where would I be without writing? Without drawing and painting and coloring? Where would I be without the outlet of creativity? It has saved me these last few days.

It has been the only thing to unwind and unravel me enough for me to breathe free of a chest tight with worry.

Phee-yew!

So, so heavy. So serious. Mind on overdrive. Relajate mija! Respira! Don't forget to play!

It's been an intense and interesting time. I am practicing remembering that everything is passing and so not to attach myself to much to anything. (Riding the waves, not flailing as they crash over me.)

and I'm still smiling. and laughing.
full on belly laughs even. :)

Love to All-
Goodnight.

Shine Through

2009-12-14T20:18:00.000-08:00

such an interesting blend
today
of sadness and light
i woke up crying
and let go
crying into the pillow
and into the faithful arms
of a friend
releasing whatever it was
that needed
to be let go of
i am trying to identify
and identify with
my pain less
letting the tightness
in my chest
unwind
and so i'll cry nameless tears
from an anonymous source
and just let it out
today
i am restless
in this
the new light that has
revealed itself
i wonder
will stillness ever satisfy?
or will it unravel like all the rest
of those times
when i've tried
to build a life in just one place
don't get me wrong
there were smiles
waiting around corners
and delight in surprising and
unlikely conversations
getting out of my head
scrubbing dishes and wiping counters
with gratitude
for those
who believe in our own goodness
and dare to try to make a difference.

Blues and Poker at 3am.

2009-12-11T02:10:00.000-08:00

to be here, now.
to say yes.
to allow and accept my own happiness
to delight in it without guilt
even for a moment,
is such sweetness for my soul.

Today My Heart is Bursting

2009-12-10T12:30:00.000-08:00

How can Life be so incredibly beautiful?
How can Providence be so true?

I am so grateful for these
unfolding days
such stunning sweetness
envelops me
all around, all the time
to find family
community
real-live heart work to
pour myself into
artists and musicians
creative activism
active creativity

Not more than a few dollars to my name
and I am the happiest, perhaps
that I have ever been.

God Bless the Child

2009-12-08T10:31:00.000-08:00

so cold
and so much warmth.
cloudy dreams of
feeling torn and shedding skins
hair cuts
fresh starts and new beginings
taking chances
and learning how to
Trust
more, truly, and
again

the doors that i have shut behind me
no longer haunt me
instead i smile at them fondly
and step out into a new day
a new life
one that is raggedy and handmade,
perfect and beautiful
as sparkling as the snow that
covers everything

All right.

2009-12-05T16:02:00.001-08:00

Earlier this afternoon, in the midst of losing my worried mind, I sat down with my notebook and poured out 5 pages. phew.
So now, I find myself here with quieter thoughts.

I am stable and transient.
I am feeling more and more at peace.
I am growing in generosity and abundance is finding me.
I kick back with my growing pains these days,
sit and watch and listen
toca la medicina and watch as doors open
as my heart unwinds herself
from her frenzy
and remembers
that all, cada uno, and every
little thing
is gonna
be alright.

2009-12-04T17:02:00.000-08:00

"...Plus I have this whole new family

and I'm in love with each of them,
And I'm on this list called lucky
whenever I'm in reach of them..."

Life.

2009-12-04T16:55:00.000-08:00

Days full of music and talking and healing and laughing 'til tears come. Nights full of good food, celebration, home-made meade, and more music.
Snow covered ground, cold fingers, afternoon coffee with cacao and almond milk, free-flowin' prophet friend of mine showing us his latest, painting parties, impromptu snowball fights, yoga and stretching and breathing, new songs to play and more to write....

Tejon

2009-12-02T13:41:00.001-08:00

every day I drive past your street and blow you a kiss
hoping that somehow
through space and time
it might find your lips
or your cheek
or that soft place on your neck

your spirit has hovered
closely
these last few days
i listen to your mixes
and feel silly
laugh and remember and burn a little
that sometimes searing longing
in my chest
that asks to see, to touch, to taste, to know
to be close enough for tea
or whiskey
or a moto ride
to be more available
maybe just more around
in general
I,
miss you.

even more than I miss
my favorite beanie in the whole world.
and that's a lot.

New Tires

2009-11-19T12:41:00.000-08:00

signifying a
new time
a new kind of trip
travel to a destination that i know well
and that knows me
new roads
to be discovered
unpaved and a little rocky
but my shit
is all-terrain baby.

that's right.

uncharted territory
doesn't scare me
that's where i find myself to be
most of the time
anyway

Sunny

2009-11-17T11:27:00.000-08:00

(Big Fat Grin.)

beeautiful.

Love~

I want

2009-11-07T15:34:00.001-08:00

to dig up all the dark places
and plant seeds of light.

fall

2009-11-07T14:11:00.000-08:00

i come to the page empty handed, again
but i know now
that i am born from fire,
to be burned to ash to be born again
so i don't worry about it
so much
on this quiet afternoon

porch-sitting is one of my favorite things to do.

it has been an interesting autumn
so far
full of unexpected turnings
of collecting all the garbage
and composting
what's worth keeping,
of further lessons in resiliency
and levity
and buoyancy

So Close and Yet So Far Away

2009-10-14T12:59:00.000-07:00

Feeling at home today, it's been a long time and it feels so good. There are good people, community kitchen, attic lofts, chickens, tree houses, and bees.

and I am writing. Writing and writing and writing. Hooray. :)

Reading Women again, how is it always so relevant?

At the Crossroads

2009-10-02T14:47:00.000-07:00

Hekate, Crone Mother
We seek your great wisdom.
Planet on the edge
Chaos in our lives
How did we get here?
How do we go forward?
The road is unclear: which way?

We are still.
We listen for the clarity of your voice.
The inmost whisper
The ancient lessons
The roaring imperative in crisis-time

to choose! act! come together! touch

Source now-
Center us, step by mindful step.
Be with us each and all.
Blessed Be.

-Bethroot Gwynn

F this Noise.

2009-09-25T09:20:00.000-07:00

To have a road sign land so apparent in my lap and to ignore it? C'mon.

Not going to do that again EVER. Dear Life, Universe, Goddess, (insert all other names here), I will listen better and respond quicker when you speak so very clearly.

Shit.

Mejor Sola que Mal Acompanada.

2009-09-18T20:10:00.000-07:00

Siempre me encuentro en este lugar. Luchando por....que? Para que? Es posible que hay alguien que pueda ser lo que estoy buscando? Simplemente, necesito pensar en mi. Pero tengo bastante dudas que me molestan continuamente....si soy una mujer tremenda quien quiere toda a su manera. Asi soy, o no? Aveces no puedo encontrar mis lineas. Bending or breaking??
Donde estan mis ninas? Mis lobas? Mi bravada? Es que no tengo confienza en mi propia ser...no puedo distinguir la voz entre de mi que es la mas pura, la mas verdad.

Ay, nina. Ay, ay, ay. En un momento tan segura, en otro....completamente diferente. Nadie puede entender esto...por lo mejor. Si lo entiendes y tengas idea, dimelo. (O ya me has dicho?)

Buenas noches.

Ooh, It's been a long, long time...

2009-09-17T12:53:00.000-07:00

But here I am.

And where exactly is here? you might ask... Kansas City, MO. And loving Life. It's crazy how things can change so quickly. I went from stressed, feeling stuck, and road weary to centered and grounded and excited again. All thanks to four crazy-beautiful Goddesses!

More to come, my friends, more to come....

Love~

Blossoming Spirit

2009-08-31T13:43:00.000-07:00

-Mara Friedman

this longing to return home, for union,
to be once more whole
this longing for that which is unseen,
yet known in my soul
this longing for that which is silent,
yet heard in my heart
this longing is my teacher, my Friend,
we are never apart

Relation

2009-08-25T15:33:00.000-07:00

learning how to bend

without breaking

The Most Deserving Heart I've Ever Met

2009-08-24T22:33:00.000-07:00

i've done it again

put my foot

where my mouth is

obstructing the words that

i wish

i could pour out all over you-

like honey

like balm

like all the tenderness and adoration

that ever existed

my hands are limp and made

useless in my hesitation

i wish

they could smooth that wrinkle

the one you don't even realize

you're wearing

that they could help bear the weight

of the burden you carry

to care so much

for everyone

Crown of Thorns

2009-08-20T20:37:00.000-07:00

as a little girl I was taught
about birds of the air
lilies dressed in finery
about rust, moths, and thieves
just a wide-eyed child
learning of peasant kings
that people are important
not things

they told me,
Careful where your Treasure lies,
for their your Heart will reside
Careful where your Treasure lies,
for there your Heart will reside

now I see kids my age
buying things
digging their own graves
the Road they walk is well-worn and paved
they'll end up owing more
than they can pay

don't get me wrong we all have our role
my friends work hard to achieve their goals
for some it's beautiful
for some it's right
but it cools my fire and dims my Light

I met a kid out there on the Road
poor and dirty
with eyes that glowed

the son of a carpenter

he'd left behind their plans

pulled onward

by an unseen hand
he owned nothing more
than the clothes he wore
and a crown of thorns

he told me,
Careful where your Treasure lies,
for there your Heart will reside
Careful where your Treasure lies,
for there your Heart will reside

as a little girl I was taught
about birds of the air
lilies dressed in finery
about rust, moths, and thieves
just a wide-eyed child
learning of peasant kings
that people are important
not things

now you act surprised
it seems this little girl
she's gone awry,
she's out of line
she's out of line-

now I'm grown and I know
Love is my Treasure
and the whole world is my Home
said Love is my Treasure
and the whole world is my Home

so be,
Careful where your Treasure lies,
for there your Heart will reside
Careful where your Treasure lies,
for there your Heart will reside

Kindling for the Fire

2009-08-18T17:52:00.000-07:00

A Night of Stories and Music at Mon Cafe!

I will be sharing music and some poetry from my album, Peregrina, and my dear sister, Sarita will be reading from her book, Caminante, Bridger of Worlds.

Come out and listen, share, and enjoy!

Saturday, August 22nd

6pm-ish ~ 8pm-ish

Love and Blessings!

psst. Click on "Mon Cafe" for directions and check out Sarita's website under "Caminante, Bridger of Worlds" on the right hand side of the screen!

2009-08-13T13:03:00.000-07:00

I have been existing in such a transient, ethereal state

encountering magic and Providence

and grace

in such surprising and unexpected,

ordinary places

that I almost forgot

that I live in a world where

Women are still raped.

How Things Change

2009-08-02T13:14:00.000-07:00

I am the Wandering One

who can re-create

herself

on a daily basis

if that's

what is needed

and I wonder, does

the Phoenix

after her rebirth,

remember the ashes

from whence she came?

or back even farther still-

the pyre

that she set aflame?

because I could
forget

could put you away
as you were,
as we were

in some far back corner

of my memory

recall you fondly, or

at least recall

sometimes

if that's

what is needed

because the Truth is

that you

never loved me

the way I did you,

and that's Okay
now
it is

but after

careful examination

of all the paths

that we travelled,

all the ones I followed you down

thinking it

was what you wanted too,

I have had

Enough,

finally.

which strikes me as
almost funny

because enough
is exactly what
you could never give me,
my doing as much as your own
perhaps,
no fault, no blame,
no responsible party

just what is

just what was

and so

now

I don't know
exactly where to place you

but I'm willing to try-

to clear out some corner

for you to Be,

where I could smile
over at you

once in awhile

when I'm feeling

good

nostalgic

happy

I could remember you tenderly, or

at least remember

if that's

what is needed.

Mockingbird's Song

2009-07-25T23:12:00.001-07:00

I am
Loba, sola
tonight.

alone with my
thoughts-
my sometimes regrets,
all those decisions
I
thought
better of.

some ranchero mariachi
is playing through
too-old speakers
and an impassioned
borracho
sings along-
almost tuneless
and yet
strangely in key
in this neighborhood
that is not quite
oakland
and not quite
san leandro
not quite free
of it's ghosts

I sit out
on this
borrowed porch
which is my own
for the next day-or-so
I sing out
into the street
serenading the shadows
as they dance
in the light
cast
by the street lamps
they keep time,
swaying with my sorrow
dancing
all my grief

tonight
my Heart is wandering
as far and deep and wide
as my thoughts

she
is out there, circling
somewhere
between
homelessness
and Light
between empty days
and too-full nights
she
is
looking
for someone to make it right
someone
to set it all down
to write out the histories of mustard seeds
and cacti
and red wine
of honey bees
and scarabs
and rainbows of light

wake up, o sleeping one
wake up from the night
peer into the morning sun
with curiousity
and
courage

spill forth
your song
call up
all
your gods
and
remember
who
you
are.

Hooting and Howling....

2009-07-17T16:30:00.000-07:00

so many times around
this little town
until i am almost
dizzy
with familiarity

i am missing
in action
missing out on days of nights
of fun and possible adventures
i am taking a
breather
sitting on the bench
for a moment's rest
stretched out on couches
lazy and too-warm from the sun
hopefully soon
i'll be full of a new energy
that will carry me
another leg on
this crazy
Journey

but in the mean time
i am
gathering food from gardens
cooking and laughing
smoking, singing, crying
sitting around fires
sharing brief moments in the lives
of so many here
who are
so busy now,
so busy.

and i wonder, do
strange little owls
still convene
at random subway stops
and city park oases?

and have the wolves
all fled the city?

Contenta

2009-06-24T11:09:00.000-07:00

Sometimes it is difficult to tell the stories as you're living them.
I've written some poems here, snapshots of moments that I want to remember always. More than that- I don't know if I'm yet capable.
The lessons that are unfolding themselves on this trip are life-altering and still beyond my descriptive reach.

Abundant, abundant Life. Truly.

I have been cleaning Mouna's house this week, in exchange for stay, and I am working my behind off. But it has been the most joyful experience. Cleaning meditation? Who knew? :)

So much Love to All I am far from now-

Red Thunder

2009-06-23T13:24:00.001-07:00

i am weightless
i am free
my only Real obligation
is my Destiny
and i can hear Her
beckoning

She is the whisper
of the bee's wing
upon my cheek
She is the fertile earth
the new growth
the seedling

She rolls out like the thunder
before me
and sings to me
as i wander in the mountains
dizzy
with beauty

i have chosen to Listen to my Heart
and my support is
the boost her confidence
has
so long needed

go on, Little One
guide me-
for your feet dance to the rhythm
of celestial symphonies,
and i'm only just learning
how to
play

how humbling
that it is the Child
in me
that leads me,
in all things-

to the
heart
of the Divine.

Peace and Patience and New Life.

2009-06-22T15:26:00.001-07:00

having taken myself out of the role
of victim
I have found myself on
solid ground
a space within myself
where I am my own
and no one else's

I am a circle.
I am complete.
Whole unto myself
I am no longer in Need
of anything, anyone

Now it is Desire
for
something, someone
a Life
that can be created together

how long have I hungered?
how long have I thirsted,
for such an other?

Wherever, whoever
they are
I know they are making their way
slowly,
snaking towards me
as our paths grow towards
each others'

All is as it should be,
and what is, Is.

I am grateful.

Hwy 64

2009-06-20T21:18:00.000-07:00

three of us
laying in the back of a pickup
i think of sardines
and giggle
staring up at the
big blue beautiful
-sky-
is like time here
vast
and infinite
i am humming a Beatles song
under my breath
while the Road sings
beneath me
in harmony
we dance,
today
on this day
when nothing is going
"as planned"
i have unclenched my fists
and find myself
with open hands-
to give
to receive
to embrace
to let go.

Whooooohhooooooooo!

2009-06-08T11:50:00.000-07:00

ooooooh if only excitement could translate into text and be read and simultaneaouly felt!!

LOVE-

Stolen Quote of Goodness

2009-06-05T17:12:00.000-07:00

"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting."

- e.e. cummings

I needed this today. I stole it from Aaron Klein. :) I don't think he'll mind.

I'm just feeling tired of fighting. So, so tired.

Passion. Ambition. Balance. Peace.

2009-06-04T14:54:00.000-07:00

Solita.

2009-06-04T14:27:00.000-07:00

I am walking alone
on the side of the Road
crossing now and then,
to hitch
or not to hitch?
is my question

I look for the answer
around me
within me
the birds are singing,
a gentle breeze,
I can feel my leg muscles
strengthening
beneath me,
and there
are
bees
everywhere.

I find a crow feather, a gift
left in the grass
I pause and place
it in my
love-tousled hair

I reach the small town Mecca
open the door
to the air-conditioned oasis
looking for holy
water

the man behind the counter
sees the Frida portrait
that hangs from a cord
around my neck
and asks
if that's me

swollen with my pleasure
I almost tell him,
yes.

Dark Chocolate Almonds

2009-06-01T16:21:00.000-07:00

the sky is grey
the clouds revealing
nothing of themselves,
only mirroring
reflecting back to me
the state of
my being

i keep putting down my coffee cup
and forgetting
where i left it
searching the countertops
and empty tables
until i forget
what i was looking for
to begin with

sometimes
we don't have answers
just those old familiar questions
that sit around like
old friends
lounging on the couches
in this,
the cafe
of my heart

their familiarity smacks of
something like
lessons
so i sit down and join them
and sip my coffee,
let it be the only thing
that's dark and brooding
this morning
and
lighten

lighten

lighten

up.

New Baby!!

2009-05-31T11:28:00.000-07:00

Well, she'll be here soon. Mi querida amiga Frida is having a baby girl!
The "shower" is today.....I'm so excited! :)

She's gonna be the best mom ever.

Love-

Happy, Today

2009-05-29T15:31:00.000-07:00

Best compliment I've received about my album so far...?

"You introduce yourself."

This Morning

2009-05-27T09:49:00.000-07:00

etta serenades me
singing songs
about
dreams to remember,
ani reminds me
of all things
bittersweet
together they harmonize
in the twisting, turning blend
of Joy and Sorrow
that accompanies me
these days.

I am coaxing myself
into the day
warming up with a cup
of coffee, cinnamon, chocolate
enjoying the peace
of my parents' backyard
sanctuary,
where flowers
grow out of
toilets and old drawers.

My skin is browner now
than when I arrived
my muscles tightening
with use
my hair more wild
-more carefree-
I am
less wound
less bound by that which has held me
for so long.

there are older voices singing now
who dance on the wind
who pull me forward
their rhythm keeping time
with the beat of my heart
which presses up against
my ribcage
hoping her momentum
might carry me
these next few steps,
these next few days.

a spirit of Peace
is rustling through the leaves
of the japanese maple
the dogwood
the birch tree
it rushes past the old wind chimes
and makes them sing-
it kisses me
square
on the mouth,
and breathes
its sweetness into me.

I have been pounding on a closed door.

2009-05-26T23:36:00.000-07:00

And have only now realized it,
now that the blood has seeped
into the creases and lines of my hands,
leaving trails like maps,
as if they might guide me to
understanding.

it's shocking and a little embarrassing
to realize
that one's been causing such a commotion
trying to pry, pull, bend, break
a door
that's not open.

i mean,
it's hard to regain one's composure
after such a battle,
such a surrender,
so i turn and squat on the porch.
move to sit on that first step
and light
a cigarette.

how does one Love a closed door?

accept it for what it is, perhaps.
sweep the porch.
press my palm to the wood, still warm
from my attempts.
slip my hands into my front pockets
and step out into the street.

feel the sun's caress,
the breeze as it dances by me-
notice the green of the trees,
and the birds singing spring.

walk.
one foot in front of the other.
those first few steps are the hardest,
though I do manage to
swing and sway my hips a little
as I
walk away.

shake it Sister, shake it.
she says, as she passes by,
nodding in approval
and in time.

I stroll onward and
wander towards doors that are flung wide open-
porches that welcome me
with the enticing fragrance of spices
sifting in the breeze
with such lovely heartfelt music
pouring out into the street.

2009-05-26T23:28:00.000-07:00

Umm...

2009-05-22T22:15:00.001-07:00

...did a spontaneous dance party just happen in the Shaffer household?!?

with ALL FOUR OF US?!?

Yes. Oh, yes.

...Is this my Real Life??

:-D

2009-05-19T23:03:00.000-07:00

PATIENCE.
PATIENCE.
Patience.
Patience.
Patience.

"It all comes back to that."

Beauty, Magic, Everywhere!

2009-05-18T09:51:00.000-07:00

I had the best. weekend. EVER.

so, so beautiful. I can't even begin to write about it yet, but i will say this-

I LOVE LIFE.

I feel like a whole new world is opening to me, one that has been there all along that I could never slow down (and relax!) enough to see and experience with the clarity and freedom that are somehow, gratefully, finding their way to me now.

And for so many others it seems. Things are "happening"- falling into place, for so many that I know and love.

I am so grateful.

And excited!

What A Crazy Adventure

2009-05-16T23:20:00.000-07:00

today was.
I experienced first-hand the shocking wastefulness of 'our American life-style.' Unbelievable.

More tomorrow, for now, sleep.

Love-

I am wondering

2009-05-15T19:15:00.000-07:00

about the rhythm of patterns, the self-destructive cycles that haunt some people, and how one might be freed from such harmful self-inflicted suffering.

I am wondering about what it means to Love ourselves. I want to love myself the way a Mother loves her Child. Unconditionally. and Always.

I am convinced that a Mother's love is one of the most powerful forces in the whole world.

I am Blessed to know so many Women in my life, who are doing the "dirty work." Who are riding, at breakneck speed, along the edges of an exponential growth curve. Facing some scary shit. Healing themselves, healing others, healing the world.

They are some of the most courageous people I know.

I have found, at this Crossroads in my Life, that I am having to pull from depths within previously unknown to me- in order to grow. In order to forgive, to love, to heal, and to Live more wholly, more fully.
My roots are sore from their digging, my branches tremble in their reaching.

It is hard work.
But worth it. I wouldn't do it if I didn't know all-the-way-down to the soul, that it's worth it.

Love-

Raquelita Hekate

Forgiveness.

2009-05-14T15:39:00.001-07:00

Forgiveness is a virtue of the brave.
-Indira Gandhi

Forgiveness is the final form of love.
-Reinhold Niebuhr

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
-Mark Twain

Ha.

2009-05-14T09:38:00.001-07:00

My favorite email of the day starts off with-

"I'm about to get kicked off the computer at the library..."

:) Ah, mis amigos.
Tan locos son. I adore them.

New (To Me) Bob Marley

2009-05-11T22:55:00.000-07:00

Wake up and live, y'all, Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now! Wake up and live!

Life is one big road with lots of signs,
So when you riding through the ruts,
don't you complicate your mind:
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy!
Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality, yeah!

All together now:
Wake up and live,
Wake up and live!

Rise ye mighty people, ye-ah!
There's work to be done,
So let's do it-a little by little:
Rise from your sleepless slumber!
We're more than sand on the seashore,
We're more than numbers.

All together now:
Wake up and live now, y'all!
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!

You see, one - one cocoa full a basket,
Whey they use you live big today:
tomorrow you buried in-a casket.
One cocoa full a basket,
Whey they use you live big today:
tomorrow you bury in-a casket.

Life is one big road with lots of signs, yes!
So when you riding through the ruts,
don't you complicate your mind:
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy!
Don't bury your thoughts;
put your dream to reality, yeah!

W'all together now:
Wake up and live, y'all-
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live, yea-eah!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live now! Wake up and live!

Of Late.

2009-05-11T22:36:00.001-07:00

to those I love

and to those who love me

tonight

I am sending out

a reverberation of gratitude

for all you mean

and all you have meant to me

and I write now

to all of you-

all you Precious Ones-

Thank you for all you are teaching me.

Playing For Change.

2009-05-11T21:59:00.000-07:00

This is the most beautiful thing ever.
Go to their website and check it out- there are 8 songs total ("Episodes.") ...Unbelievable.

This song made my soul's toes curl.

Stand By Me

*Keep a look out for Grandpa Elliot. :)

The Past Five (Or So) Years of My Life...

2009-05-10T20:30:00.000-07:00

Looking through old journals tonight.
Which is weird and beautiful and sometimes intense. Came across this quote from Jospeph Campbell, thought I'd post it.

"God" is an ambiguous word in our language because it appears to refer to
something that is known. But the transcendent is unknowable and unknown. God is
transcendent, finally, of anything like the name "God." God is beyond names and
forms. Meister Eckhart said that the ultimate and highest leave-taking is
leaving God for God, leaving your notion of God for an experience of that which
transcends all notions.
The mystery of life is beyond all human conception. Everything we know is within the terminology of the concepts of being and not being, many and single, true and untrue. We always think in terms of opposites. But God, the ultimate, is beyond the pairs of opposites, that is all there is to it.

Recording

2009-05-08T13:25:00.000-07:00

a green and yellow scarf
adorns my head
a river rock around my neck
ylang ylang oil on
my wrists and breast
JOE SIX on a makeshift altar
muses to inspire me
green tea
with lots of honey
my daemon dog
and good friends

i am so blessed.

MmmHmm.

2009-05-07T22:34:00.000-07:00

And I'm Feelin' Good...

2009-05-07T22:18:00.001-07:00

I am drunk
on butterflies and red wine
the pure ecstasty
of living
the rhythm
the pulse
the stage
on which we all
are dancing~

I am in Love
with Life and living
with rocks on the dashboard
of my truck
and hanging from a cord
around my neck,
against my breast

I am reeling
and spinning,
but not out of control-
only
ever
deeper,

ever
higher,

ever
wider.

Love transforms.
And for that I am ever and eternally grateful.

Paz.

In the Pines.

2009-05-07T00:21:00.001-07:00

Dear William,

The fantastic brilliance of the Shadow-Box!
Like real Life,
but not.
Everything's neatly arranged,
cut-out and displayed
as if it all made perfect sense.

And the figures are in human form-
Like real Life,
but not.
Everything's perfect and precise,
and so nice-ly
two-dimensional.

Tell me, are your shadows still singing?
Does the ringing echo of their songs fill churches and barns
like they used to?

And are you William?
Or are you Jacob?

Such subconscious slip-ups
send me spinning
and reeling-
I can't read your writing
for much longer,
because I am looking for myself
in every metaphor
every moment
every story-
I am searching for my meaning.

Thank you for the letter.

(and ps. I hate the city.)

Sincerely,
Clementine

11:12 pm

2009-05-06T23:12:00.000-07:00

My mom just came in asking for my flashlight.
"Sure Mom- but, why?"

"Snail hunt!"

Yes, that's right, my Mom, the Gardener, hunting snails at near midnight.
Those nocturnal creepers are having a very rude awakening.

My Mom is the most loving, most nurturing Woman on the face of the earth- the one, and only, thing I have ever seen her become aggressive (and border-line violent) over?

Snails in her garden.

Hilarious.
And so cute.

It's Almost Time to Go.

2009-05-05T10:44:00.000-07:00

Words from a Kindred.

2009-05-03T20:31:00.000-07:00

Got this funny feeling
That maybe I think too much...

I got this funny feeling
Like I wanna do some good
But I feel all tangled up on the inside
I still like to think I could
I still like to think I would

Seems all I got are these uncertainties
And long road ahead of me
Seems all I got are these infatuations
Constant complications
These are my creations
Hope I have the patience
To break on free
To break on free

Sometimes you gotta hurt child
Still know that you're alive
Still know that you’ve got choices
That you’re more than just your mind
Cause we all need a little time

But it seems all I got are these Uncertainties
And a long road ahead of me...

-Matthew Santos

Sister Day!

2009-05-03T20:16:00.001-07:00

squishy-kissy faces and all...

we had fun today. :)

mostly just goofing off... but so good to be together again. Love you Hoonie.

"Tell me, could you walk away?"

2009-05-02T22:09:00.000-07:00

my own question
prophesying
our eventual demise-
it's almost funny
what my songs
show me,
in retrospect

what do you do with old love songs?

i am tempted to cast
them aside,
or throw them
on the pyre
with everything else,
but,
i mean,
they're still songs, right?
still mine?
still creation?
still my expression
and exaltation
of that which is
Unnameable?

and so tonight
I sing them
line by line
with a weight and a meaning
that only
you or i
could ever realize-
and
i offer them
at the altar
of our dead.

Love's shadow,
that most holy
of ghosts-
casts it's illuminating
glow,
and i can see more clearly
than i might have before
though
that doesn't stop my tears
or the
letting go
that will eventually
allow me to sing
such sweet things
without thinking
about
you.

Peace, tonight.
I wish us Peace.

Crazy Collage Goodness!

2009-05-02T20:11:00.000-07:00

Oh my!

:)

My New Favorite.

2009-05-02T20:04:00.000-07:00

Patience
-Tina Louise

I am waiting
Though not in stillness as I wait
I am hoping
Though not in despair as I hope
I am dreaming
Though not in darkness as I dream
I am longing
Though not in emptiness as I long
I am trying
Though not in futility as I try
I am learning
Though not in ignorance as I learn
I am becoming
Though not in nothing as I become
I am being
While eternity teaches me patience

La Que Sabe

2009-05-02T13:34:00.000-07:00

i can feel her returning

the woman who believes
in the power of her own
creativity
the woman who smiles
secret smiles
the one with the fire dancing
behind her eyes
and in her belly

i hear her footsteps
fall lightly
behind me
she tried to sneak up
without my noticing
but i sensed
her
coming

besides,
who else smells of ylang-ylang
and moon magic?
of so much journey-
like wind in her hair
like dust on her toes?

today
i will spread out my paints
dust off some canvas
keep my guitar handy
and write as if my words
kept the world hanging
in balance
i will welcome her
home
with dancing
and a howl~

Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!

Perspective

2009-05-01T21:36:00.000-07:00

I was just about to give myself a good ass-kicking for having accomplished absolutely nothing today. I mean, truly- nothing.
I stayed inside all day.
My only attempt at getting dressed was to put on a royal blue skirt over my purple and teal-striped pj pants and a green sweater over the purple halter dress I had worn to bed. (Looking myself over now, I think in my grouchy morning stupor I may have actually been mocking the very idea of leaving the house). I half-watched half a movie. I ate awful chili out of a can. I moped and felt generally sorry for myself most of the day. I'm not proud to admit it, but there it is.

And I was about to really get down on myself about it when I realized that actually, I did accomplish something today. I wrote a new song.
I worked on it off and on all day. And I found that even when I wasn't sitting down with the guitar playing- it was still very present. I would catch myself humming the melody or needing to run for paper and pen to write down new ideas and lyrics.

And I'm really happy with it.
Pretty cool.

And I guess, If I needed to take a day to just check-out in order to labor and give life to a new song, so be it. The act of creation is always a little messy, is it not?

Love-

This Morning

2009-05-01T13:06:00.000-07:00

I woke with only a half hour of the morning left. Trying to sleep away sickness.
I woke up, unsure of where I was, whose floor I was on.
Such scattered dreams, my mom, my uncle, friends from the Road- some regulars, some unexpected- uninvited and recurring. Not in a bad way, just perplexing.
There were fragments of a Bon Iver song floating in my waking moments, Re:Stacks. Haunting.
I woke with words in my mouth so I rushed to a pen and paper to get them out, to get them down. Guitar. A broken, half-written song trying to stretch it's wings. If Bon Iver met Anais Mitchell met a lonely homesick girl, thrown from bed by such feverish dreams.

And I am always amazed at my ability to be a walking contradiction, almost constantly.
I came across a plea scrawled in my notebook,
"Sometimes I wish that I wanted just one thing."

De Verdad

2009-04-23T12:45:00.000-07:00

Have I become a lover of grey days??

The sun is taking a break today, though this afternoon is brighter than the morning was.
I am loving it, actually. Don't get me wrong- the CA sunshine was delicious to return to! I could feel my skin and body literally soaking it in, absorbing the warmth and energy.

But today has been nice. I am much more inspired to stay in and get organized and focus.
There is so much to do!

Sending all my Friends and Family out there some CA Love~

Oh Dear.

2009-04-18T11:33:00.000-07:00

This is hilarious.

Sent to me by a friend, with whom I have discussed recently the all-addictive powers of Facebook. (I'm currently taking a little "break.")

Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy. :)

YES.

2009-04-18T11:28:00.000-07:00