what a blissful and soulful weekend and a real treat to be human within. This life keeps getting fuller, more exotic, and palpable as I come to recognize the unlikely and extremely fortunate opportunity we have as humans. After seeing my friends perform expressive dance at the Holland Project I'm excited to dedivcate my efforts to this exploration. Words have always come naturally so its easy to play to this ability but I'm feeling the pul into the movement into metaphor domain and will call these words the "seed energy" from which to sprout a jungle.
This life for me is finding its common thread through a tapestry of connection with the moment and the myriad animate and inanimate conspirators I find myself in rapport with. Fragile, tragic, ferociously beautiful, and enduring over the washing tides of my swinging cycles. It's so wild at times feeling the poignancy of the moment, the perishable passion play, the ephemeral and eternal interwoven like roots laying in darkness through winter's long sigh and the blossoms of summertime sweet peas. Where have the blossoms of seasons past moved onward to and do the roots know the taste of honeysuckle after she's turned in the humus back to her original elements? There's more than meets the eye and I'm more of a believer in the unseen than ever. Living for a feeling that evades definition yet somehow easy to hang concepts, hunches, and illusions upon it like the christmas tree of projection. I love the feeling when its present and when its absent I aspire to feel my way back into a kinesthetic registration of gratitude wed to wonder. This is the feeling i cherish and feel so blessed to entertain its sweet and powerful sonnets through much of my life.

After innertubing on the Truckee this weekend and taking the one seat of a floating passerby I kept sensing the words " the broken water's surface holds a longing memory of cloud " This eluding the interconnect within the fragment of names and an acknowledgement of a language older than words. Onward voyager and to this ceaseless shifting I hang a smile and moving passage to wander in wonder. There's been so much shifting going on it seems in my own life and in all sorts of exciting ways in the lives that are interplayed and pierced by mine own. Here's to the moment, the co-arising, the final say, and the wordless release of an entrusted exhalation.