Karen
My TestimonialsNovember 6, 2007
this faery just womynfested that biggest most beautiful sacred thing i didn't even dare ask for.
looking for magick? well maybe look further, 'cause lots of us have it, but this one has a super duper dose. up there with embers, i'd say.
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Nothing like a good murder ballad
C'est moiGender
Female
Age
33
Location
about me
Obsessive gardener working to overcome long-term culture shock as I transition back to Canada. Striving towards self-sufficiency in a shady clearing in the forest on the side of a very special mountain on the Sunshine Coast.. Amazon mother of one Thai mud goddess in training and one superpowered Japanese elf. Cohabiting blissfully with Frank the multitoed, mustached wondercat and Molly the massivedog.
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Ramblings
If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 11:35 AM
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think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone. 
When you die, if you get a choice between going to
Tue, February 6, 2007 - 3:42 PM
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regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmm, boy. 
Myriad leaves show the wind
Fri, January 26, 2007 - 10:50 PM
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Leaves, fluttering down Listen, the sound of time Whistling, washes us away Time, and again Turning through stillness Time steals upon us Catches in our hair Listen, the leaves are fluttering down All around us The stillness. Your ears are the leaves Fluttering down, your eyes The whistling time Washing all away Still catching, the silent tune So fluttering, so spent Yet still, beyond all sounding Nowhere you are going, still. 
We are to some
Sun, January 14, 2007 - 12:48 AM
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objects to be had trapped beneath our hair, our hips We are defined in our breasts as mothers not needing anymore We are expected to struggle when we decide to become We are softened strengthened, tired from the pull of children's needs Inside sailor's knots we hand tie our aches, our determination sealed away from black waves A - I owe you so... 
Some days are cramped
Wed, December 27, 2006 - 12:20 AM
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one seaters, freezing you wide-eyed as elbows dig into ribs, fingers to palms Some days have no radio dial to adjust into a voice, stuck on internal static Some days you prefer would be yesterday or some long time ago already…now too heavy Thank you, Aileen.
My Tribes
Anarchism,
Aware Mothers,
Birthkeeping,
Breastfeeding,
Church of The Subgenius,
Cognitive Liberty,
Compost Compulsion,
Corporate Media Watch,
Culture Jamming,
Depression Glass,
DIY - do it yourself,
eco geeks,
Feminist Counterculture Motherhood,
food not bombs,
Food Not Lawns,
Gnomes Gnomes Gnomes,
Home Birth,
Horticulture and Permaculture,
I am the Goddess,
I believe in Fairies !,
Noam Chomsky,
Permaculture,
PINUP GIRLS,
Primal Mothering/Parenting,
PUnk RocK YoGa,
Queeruption Vancouver,
Republik of East Van,
Sacred Birthing,
Salvage Art,
Seed Exchange,
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