perhaps a bit trite, but I was thinking on how life in this body is a surprising, miraculous gift
yeah, it’s been hot the last couple of days
it’s important to get the right ink
Hey look, it’s another princess. Maybe she’s waving goodbye to the May.
“He sends his showers of blessings down to cheer the plains below, He makes the grass the mountains crown and corn in valleys grow…”
In French, ‘blesser’ means to wound or injure. Recent storms have been a mixed bag of blessing.
waiting for St. George
One hand, one eye.
Any statement about the relationship between humans and animals contains the assumption that humans are distinct and separate from all other animals.
bird girl kneeling
Sometimes the images that emerge disturb me and it’s difficult to follow them all the way to where they want to go
this is a vine where the sound of a cat’s footprints grows
By the way, I was at a performance of Robert Fripp and his Orchestra of Crafty Guitarists last night. It reminded me again about listening to everything as if it were music.
Back from the mountain. This was all about looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.
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