Tatiana
My Tribes
Buddhism,
Co-ops,
Digital SLR,
Green Society,
Groundation,
Holistic Body Therapy,
Hot Buttered Rum Crew,
Hot Springs Eternal Tribe,
Photographers Needed,
Progressive Buddhist Thought,
Shasta Tribe,
Shimshai Family,
Superwonderfunkin' Karma Patrol,
The Davis Bike Church,
The Domes,
The Oracle & Buddha Belly Kitchen,
WEF LIFE,
۞ ~Sounds of the Shastafari~ &,
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HeLLo aLL my LoVeS.... of near and far,
Tue, May 27, 2008 - 12:10 PM
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I'm having a birthday celebration on Sunday, June 8th. It is an All Day event from 2pm 'til whenever. Please come at your leisure to our beautiful meadow abode and enjoy music, feasting and frolicking! It's a potluck, so bring something yummy to share and we shall all be fed. The Mad Cow string Band, all the way from Davis, CA will be pickin' some tunes along with other local talents! Don't miss it!! LoVe and BleSSings to you all, ~Tatiana~ P.S. Do... read more
For six days she took us on her back
Sat, April 21, 2007 - 11:12 AM
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Strong and determined, always forward down river Through the belly of the land Crevices of her skin opened up and we moved through We existed only for eachother those six days Our bodies drifted Clustered together and apart No destination No pre-conception She took us down 
Her hum hushes
Sat, April 21, 2007 - 11:01 AM
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through carried by limb a message sent amoung leaves Trees become drunk from touch bending gestures to bring out her verse The communication of Earth and Sky  Light leisurely slips into sidewalk cracks and stretched out silhouettes move in again beneath our feet The rounded ball falls over the side of a long horizon line An instant spills out from a full spectrum lamp Air turns temporarily grey Only moments pass and it begins Venus sews the first string Night’s spool of thread unites dark folds of space stained with time Two juxtaposed bodies pull each other in blackness and an unlit light goes unnoticed Ton... read more
Creeping along the snowy river bank, following the tracks of hares and
Thu, November 30, 2006 - 4:54 PM
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coyotes, I am an intruder in a pristine place. With the reverence of monks we file in amongst the standing towers in this temple of ages— silent, blessed guests in a land wholly sanctified. Ice crunching underfoot, the smell of things clean and aching with truth stings deep down in my lungs: the invisible smoke of autumn compost, the transcendental whisperings of water over rocks snaked with streaks of rust an... read more
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