Spring is my season. I feel like I am on the verge of bursting into bloom... like the hawthorne tree that is budding beautifully out in the garden (there's a reason why they call it the mayflower tree! Give it another three days of warm weather and I'll bet you by the end of the first week of May it will be gorgeous).

I have so much energy inside of me... everywhere I go I'm looking for ways to pour it out into the world. Most of it is positive energy... the giddyness of springtime, the build up of sensuality and excitement that comes with the warm weather, the anticipation of so many incredible opportunities and meetings and fun times... But there's also a touch of anger, frustration, and self-destructiveness (word?) in there too. You know, the kind that makes me want to sell my car, buy a motorcycle and ride it really fucking fast.

I wish I were an artist, so that I could channel it into something tangible.... but I'm not. So I hoop, I dance, I furiously tear up the earth with a garden hoe... and I find myself, at times like this, craving physical touch... like I could lay my hands on you and give to you a taste of the river rushing through me.

I imagine I have magical glowing fairy dust coming from my pores, and that if I could just get close enough to press my skin against yours, you'd start to glow too.