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Reminder...

coehlo — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:07:25 GMT

...Arm and Hand Movement hoopdance workshop tomorrow from 10-11am at Pastorius Park, Roanoke and Hartwell in Chestnut Hill... hoop jam to follow until noon... ...I am completely exhausted, starving, and in love. ...what a Friday.

wHoop It Up! Upcoming hoopdance workshops.

coehlo — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 16:22:37 GMT

Dearest Friends, First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who came to Hoopdance for Beginners on Saturday. It was a blast hooping with you guys, and I hope to have the pleasure of your company again soon! I wanted to drop you all a line and let you know about some upcoming events. Keep an eye out towards the end of the summer for my Fall hoopdance class series through the Mt. Airy Learning Tree (http://www.mtairylearningtree.org/). This 7-week class series will be held in the Mt. Airy/Chestnut Hill area (details coming soon) and I'm really excited about it! As soon as all the bits and pieces fall together I'll send along the details. In the meantime, I hope you (and your friends) will join me during these last couple months of summer for... wHoop It Up Saturdays! So you're got the waist hooping thing down. Now what? Join Marlenah in Pastorius Park (Roanoke Street and Hartwell Lane in Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia) on Saturday mornings (10:00am-11:00am) to get your hoop on and start the weekend right. Marlenah will focus each of these weekly workshops on a variety of skills to build and compliment your hoopdance vocabulary. $10.00 per class as a drop in, $8.00 per class when you register for the 5 week series. Hoops will be provided for class and available for purchase. July 19th- Arm and Hand Movement July 26th- Off-Body and Hand Hooping August 2nd- no class August 9th- Lifts and Transitions August 16th- Shoulder and Chest Hooping August 23rd- Hip, Leg, and Knee Hooping Following each workshop from 11:00am-12:00pm will be an open hoop jam for all skill levels. Come dance, play, and share moves with your fellow hoopers. Bring a picnic lunch and make a day of it!! And back by popular demand.... Moving Within A Circle: Hoopdance for Beginners will be held again on August 30th, from 10:00am-1:30pm in Pastorius Park (Roanoke St and Hartwell Lane in Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia). Ladies and gentlemen, forget everything you think you know about hula hoops! Learn the basics of hoopdance, a fun, sexy and challenging new way to become more fit and in touch with your body. Marlenah will guide you through learning to hoop on the core and off the body, and help you begin to discover your own style of hoopdance. No experience necessary! Come and play! 15.00 class fee. Hoops will be provided for class and available for purchase. <3Marlenah

Rickett's Glen

coehlo — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:53:01 GMT

If you are ever out in the Bloomsburg, PA area... I HIGHLY reccomend that you drive just a bit further north to visit Rickett's Glen. Wow. What a beautiful, sparkly, magical place. We spent about 8 hours along the Falls Trail yesterday... ...hunting for mushrooms, toads and neon orange salamanders... ...hooping on top of giant rocks, in the spray of lovely waterfalls, amongst brilliant green ferns... ...swimming in FREEZING (seriously, the water could not have been more than fifty degrees) cold pools of water beneath gorgeous waterfalls... ...magically getting dressed again after skinnydipping exactly 20 seconds before people came up the trail behind us... ...being happy silly giggling freezing wet crazy honeybees. I am entirely exhausted, but had to stay awake to edit the photos before my post-work nap. That's how good it was.

Drum and Splash

coehlo — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 18:50:35 GMT

What an amazing weekend. Highlights: - Arriving at Ewan's farmhouse Thursday night and walking in to hear Gregory Alan Isakov playing on the stereo. - Super cuddling sandwich in bed Friday morning. - Singing the Kirtan with Robin Renee in the rain - Accidentally flashing my audience whilst firehooping on the High Meadow. Hilarious. - Waking up slowly Saturday morning and going for a dip in the river - Goofy cartwheels with Jeremiah - Watching an inch worm climb Mt. Everest - The caterpillar with the fuzziest fuzzy bonkers that ever fuzzed - Firehooping in the drum circle - Drumming when everyone was in a really good groove - Firehooping topless in the river at midnight - Sweet murmurings amongst the stars and fireflies - Contact fire play in the North Crook and the line of people wanting to be set alight that formed behind me all of a sudden - Safetying for a girl during one of her first fire fan performances and catching that "FIRE!! WHEEE!" grin on her face - Swimming and building mini cairns in the river on Sunday afternoon - Spontaneous hooping pitstop at a rest area on the way home, and the giggles that followed - "I brake for pie!" I am so filled up with love that I could just burst.

tick tock tick tock...

coehlo — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 22:00:40 GMT

It is very, very slow at work tonight. So, I've spent the past 2.5 hours sitting in the breakroom and working on the design for my next tattoo project. It's going to take years, and it's going be extremely painful (rib tattoos! Ouch!) and expensive but most of all BEAUTIFUL. I've always wanted to go all out Pictish and paint myself up with woad like a Celtic warrior. I've had a suspicion my entire life that in the past I fought naked and wild in tall grasses, wielding a spear with my mind set to a noble purpose of defending my children and land and culture.... maybe it's past life memory, maybe it's genetic memory, maybe I'm just nuts. I don't know. But there has always been a very strong emotional and spiritual connection to my celtic heritage because of these images/memories/feelings. So, over the next couple of years as the cash is available, I'm going to do it! In dark blue ink, I want large Celtic-inspired spiral-ish designs that follow the lines of my body, wrapping from behind my shoulder blade to under my breast and down the side of my body to my hip and thigh. Inside those spirals I want intricate filigree spiral/triskelion/vine/leaf designs. I have a rough sketch of the outline of the two large designs as I want them placed on my body, and a little sample sketch of the style of work I want to fill the space within those two shapes. I was considering working a thistle into the design as well... perhaps as part of the filigree work... I'm going to go to Shane Munce for this work again. I was so pleased with the work he did on my tree of life tattoo, his realism and sense of space is unmatched so far in my experience. I'd hate to try someone new and end up disappointed with the results. I also would like the work on my body to look like a continuous flow, and working with two different artists means two different styles and potentially a disruption of that flow. I'm hoping that I might be able to scrounge enough cash to begin the outline by the end of the summer? So excited! On another note, I am happy to report that I've been accepted into Montco's nursing program to begin in September with advanced standing. Thank goodness! This means that I'll have three semesters until graduation next August. July 11th is my orientation, and when I'll get my clinical assignment and know what the Fall semester will look like. Clinical locations/dates/times are done via a lottery system... let's hope I get an early number so I don't end up stuck with whatever hospital and days are leftover after the other 49 students pick theirs. This program isn't as convenient as my old school... it'll basically eat up my entire week and make it impossible for me to work as many hours as I work now. But, I'll live off student loans and kill my social life for a year, and just "git her done". Montco has a better, more comprehensive program... plus I'll be getting my A.A.S in nursing as well as my R.N. That will make it easier to transfer into a B.S.N program later on. It's worth it to sacrifice the convenience of being able to walk to clinicals and do my lecture work online.

Finally..

coehlo — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 18:31:54 GMT

....I'm starting to feel a little bit better. I can't seem to clear my lungs, however... there's something rattling around in there and causing me painful coughing fits that leave me feeling absolutely exhausted. I wish it would just get out of there already!!! So I'm watching kid's movies and hoping to maybe even make it out for the hoop jam this afternoon, if I feel up to it by then. It's back to work tomorrow, for the first time in a week. The idea of waking up that early is horrific. C'mon, body!! Heal up already!

Gaian Mind Summer Festival

coehlo — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:12:36 GMT

What a trip. The best parts: Swimming naked in the cold river. Waking up and snuggling :) Dancing and hooping, etc in the chill-out area Thursday night. Learning new contact staff moves. Watching that guy hang upside down by his feet from the geodesic (spelling?) dome and spin poi. The thunderstorm and extremely close lightening-strike Saturday night that made me jump, squeak, and grab Jeremiah's hand like the little wimp I am. The worst parts: Being disgustingly sick with some sort of respiratory infection. It's only gotten worse since I've come home. Z-pak begins today. The LAME drum circle that consisted primarily of ego-driven drummers who could not maintain a rhythm for more than a few seconds and a saxophone player who would not listen to (or play WITH) the drums and didn't know when to STOP FUCKING PLAYING BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR LOUSY OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD "MUSIC". Cleaning up for an hour and a half after the litterbug ASSHOLES who spent the weekdn throwing their fucking cigarette butts, beer cans, water bottles, dead glowsticks, plastic drug baggies all over the place, worst of all within the Stone Circle. Stupid drugged up fucking ravers being irresponsible, obtrusive, and disrespectful. The weekend would have been truly awesome if I hadn't been sick, and if the other 997 people besides Jeremiah, Ewan and I hadn't been there. I really enjoyed my time with the fellas, and with the land (when it was quiet and clean enough for me to feel something besides irritation and anger). I won't be going back for that festival. Thank goodness Drum and Splash is in only two weeks. I'm looking forward to introducing Jeremiah to a REAL Four Quarters drum circle... and the difference between the crowds of people who attend these two events is immense. I just sneezed 11 times in a row. Ugh.

Give me...

coehlo — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 00:34:27 GMT

...sunny mornings/afternoons and stormy nights!! This storm is fantastic. Gorgeous pink lightening, thunder that I can hear even over the hum of the instruments here in our cozy little hub of a lab. I went out the Founder's Entrance to stand under the overhanging out there and watch the storm for a few minutes in between rounds... not realizing that after 8pm, the doors lock behind you. So I had to run through the rain and come back in through the main entrance to the hospital, passing staff and visitors on my way back to the lab, my white scrub pants and lab coat soaked through (and now entirely see-through so half the hospital is now fully aware of my pink and green heart design underwear). All I could do was smile at them and hurry past, hehe. Even so, I am very happy.

Meme stuff.

coehlo — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 22:00:26 GMT

Compliments of Hunnybear: The Rules: 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me" or something of an equally pithy nature. 2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature. Be warned! 3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions, or there will be trouble. (Comment here with a link to your answers please!) 4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post. 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions. Hunnybear's questions for me: 1. describe your first hooping experience (not fire, but general hooping). I first saw hooping at the 2006 PEX Halloween Decom. It wowed me. I bought a kiddie hula hoop at CVS the following week, and was mystified that I could only keep it up on my waist. Then I did a little research here on Tribe and found the wealth of information available to me through the Hula Hooping Tribe. It wasn't until 8 months later, in June of 2007, that I managed to locate the supplies and make my own hoop. It was gigantic, about 44" in diameter, and the first "trick" I learned was to lift it from my waist to above my head. 2. when things are rough, where do you find strength? what/who do you rely on to get you through it? When things are really bad, I go to the woods. I find one of my favorite trees, and I sit at her roots, and I cry and scream until I'm absolutely exhausted. Once that exhaustion settles in, I open up and find myself flooded with a feeling of being cared for, held close. I feel nourishment and fortification flowing into me. And I stay there as long as I need to, and always leave smiling. For the stuff that I just need to bitch about and get off my chest? My sister is the best. She and I commiserate like no one else :) 3. what is your favorite place in the whole world? Four Quarters Farm: on Buffalo Island, on the hilltop labyrinth on a new moon, dancing in the fire and drum circle, swimming in Hemlock Hole, up in the branches of the gorgeous tree in the North Crook. The Wissahickon Woods: on the big rock by the firepit. Cape May: right by the jetty on the beach a full moon night, right before the grey dawn with the dolphins and the mist.... 4. what's your favorite curse word? Everyday Favorite: "fuck" Favorite when I'm ANGRY: "cunt" Oooh it's such an ugly, ugly word. 5. have you ever been truly in love? I've been in love in so many different ways, I can't even count them all... the worst of it was the crazy love, though... the passionate teenage Romeo-Juliet fantasy with an absolutely PSYCHOTIC possessive violent bipolar young man who, in his defense, really truly loved me too. That kinda love absolutely made me lose my freaking mind, and I really hope I never ever experience it ever again!!

Excited!

coehlo — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 16:28:18 GMT

I'm going to be teaching a 7-week beginner's hoopdance class series this Fall through the Mt. Airy Learning Tree. Woot!!! The details will be worked out sometime over the next couple of months... but tentatively, it'll be 7 Tuesday nights from October through November, $79 class fee for the series. As soon as I have more info about times, dates, location, registration, etc, I'll post excessively on here about it :) I woke up yesterday morning in some pretty severe back pain... it was like something got popped out of place, and everytime I took a deep breath is just ACHED. Maia reccommended a chiropractor she knows, and I managed to get in to see her that evening. I've never been to a chiropractor before. It felt AWESOME. Some of the things she did were uncomfortable at first, but the relief I felt afterwards was great. The worst part was her reaction as she examined and worked with my hips, neck and shoulders... "oh my god... oh wow... yeah, I'm glad you got in when you did, this is absurd... you have a totally unreasonable amount of spasm in here... geez!!!" That's not a very encouraging thing to hear from a doctor!! She wants me to come in again tomorrow, and so I shall. I feel much, much better today, and I do have hope that I'll be in a better place with my spine after seeing her a few more times. So after getting poked, prodded, and cracked, Jeremiah and I got together for an evening of spinning stuff. We hooped in a tree (video to come shortly!), and then went to the park to hoop and play with my new fire staff!! Such fun!! I love it!! We firehooped a bit (felt so good!), before being absolutely eaten alive by a swarm of mosquitos. The little bastards were everywhere, it was terrible. Tonight is yoga... I anticipate having my ass kicked hardcore again. Yay!

Spooning

coehlo — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 20:23:25 GMT

"You're a naughty spoon!" "I'm a spoon with teeth... does that mean I'm a spork?" A moment, now immortalized on Tribe.net. :)

Groggy bloggy.

coehlo — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 23:11:26 GMT

OOOooohhggh. Groggy post-accidental nap stupor. I love firehooping. Jeremiah and I have both had firehooping dreams this past week. My burn at PDF humbled me, and since I've been more conservative with my firehooping. But I can't let the fear inhibit my creativity inside the hoop. I will bounce back! I just need some more flight time with my hoop to regain my confidence. My fire staff still isn't here, I'm waiting!!!!!! Hurry up!!!!!!!! I'm going for a late hike with Jeremy tonight. It'll be good for me to move, because my body is still a wreck from that Tuesday night yoga class. Dancing at the Bohemian tomorrow night, folks... I'll be there with some hoops and free hugs and kisses to anyone who wants 'em. Mt. Airy Learning Tree finally got back to me about teaching an 8 week hooping class this Fall. I'm calling back tomorrow to arrange a meeting. How ridiculously awesome is that?

Wow

coehlo — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 19:43:56 GMT

http://www.osorhan.com/bigo/index.php Someone posted this on the Hooper's Journal tribe and it struck such a profound chord with me and what's going on in my life right now.

My new favorite Celtic singalong

coehlo — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:06:08 GMT

Follow the Heron by Karin Polwart The back of the winter is broken And the light lingers long by the door And the seeds of the summer have spoken In gowans that bloom on the shore By night and day we'll sport and we'll play And delight as the dawn dances over the bay Sleep blows the breath of the morning away And we follow the heron home In darkness we cradled our sorrow And stoked all our fires with fear Now these bones that lie empty and hollow Are ready for gladness to cheer By night and day we'll sport and we'll play And delight as the dawn dances over the bay Sleep blows the breath of the morning away And we follow the heron home So long may you sing of the salmon And the snow-scented sands of your home While the north wind delivers its sermon Of ice and salt water and stone By night and day we'll sport and we'll play And delight as the dawn dances over the bay Sleep blows the breath of the morning away And we follow the heron home

The Universe...

coehlo — Wed, 28 May 2008 17:38:02 GMT

... is so very, very just. :)

PDF Spring 2008

coehlo — Tue, 27 May 2008 19:52:22 GMT

Where do I begin? This burn was much different from the last one, and not at all in the ways I'd anticipated. Thursday was wonderful. Jeremy rode in my car, and Dan and Mike followed us on the highway. Dan mooned us while going about 70mph on 95. I almost died laughing. We arrived with enough sunlight to set up camp, and I discovered that my new tent was about the size of a small condo, heh. It was awesome to be there early enough to greet our campmates with hugs and kisses as they arrived. Ewan brought me roses. They lived in a couple of beer bottles for the duration of the festival :) By the time the sky was dark, we were famished and broke out fruit and brie and mead to share with new friends. What a feast!! Friday morning I woke up at 5:30am to the gentle glow of dawn coming through my tent, the gentle breathing of a beautiful human being beside me, and the sound of a beautiful tenor voice and a guitar. Heavenly. I stayed awake long enough to realize how lucky I am to be alive, and then dozed off again until the sun was just a bit higher in the sky and the tent heated up to about 1000 degrees. Ewan and Mike led us in a Friday morning yoga class, and it was just what I needed to get going. Unfortunately, I forgot to put on sunblock and got severely burnt, heh. But such is life. The entire sunny day was spent hooping, spinning poi and staff, and miraculously learning a ton of new tricks with each of the aforementioned toys. I'm ordering a fire staff today... it felt incredibly natural to me to work with Ewan's. Friday night I was put out of commission by a tummyache, which in turn gave me a case of the grumpies. After a few hours of rest I felt better though! Saturday was awesome. Our camp was in full swing by then... the deuce and a half arrived with Ewan's MD crew, and it was a hit... Redbottom had pretty much evolved into the largest camp on the eplaya... and the suspension rack was being used for various forms of recreation. Jeremiah and I kicked ass at a game of Twister!! When evening approached, Jeremiah and I painted one another for the big burn. He did absolutely gorgeous and delicate black and red swirlies on me, and I thoroughly enjoyed painting blue spirals on his chest and back, pretending it was celtic warrior paint :). Shortly thereafter we excitedly began arranging our aphrodisiac feast. It was truly an extraordinary meal. Arabian quinoa, grilled asparagus, salads with strawberries, avocado, mandarin oranges and raspberry vinegarette, pink champagne... I think the best part was feeding one another strawberries filled with chocolate damiana tincture, and then retiring to the rose petal pool for kissing and giggles. Before I knew it, it was time for the burn. It was one of the most exciting experiences of my life to firehoop in the conclave in front of 900 people. I burned twice, and the first time I dropped it twice but still felt good about it... my second burn was spot on and felt AMAZING. The drummers rocked, and I felt absolute joy. Then the pony was lit and we brightened up the night sky! Spent part of the night hooping to psytrance, part of the night at the Red Party passing out apples and chocolate damiana, and most of the night in my tent in extraordinary pain from my sunburn (but with a lovely man to soothe me!). Sunday morning came like a freight train... and it was probably one of the laziest days I've ever had. I lounged around in the shade at our camp, ate lots of good food, snuggled and dozed and laughed hysterically when a totally wacked out hippie guy came up to our camp and asked for "a string bean". That night Ewan's wickerwoman burned (quite beautifully I might add) as well as several other nice works of art. My mojo was a bit off earlier in the evening, and I tried my best to fix it... lit up my fire hoop, but probably shouldn't have... it felt sloppyish, and I wasn't too into the music. I also burned my back with the fire on top of my sunburn, and a golf cart ran over a small container of my fuel. So, to redeem the night, we retreated back to camp and I spent the light lighting Jeremiah on fire and getting very, very silly on delicious mead. Monday came far too quickly. So after breaking camp and saying goodbyes, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Dan, Mike and I decided to go to Applebees to use a real sink to wash our hands, and eat a meal that we wouldn't have to wash the dishes after. It turned into a three hour detour, and it was great fun to see clusters of other burners wandering into the place with the same idea. Dan's drink-spilling made us all erupt into a writhing mass of stomach-cramping laughter, and after loitering in the parking lot for as long as we dared, we went our seperate ways and got home safely. Today I'm back in the real world... I'm here at the Apothecary until 5pm and it is brutally hot and sticky. Tonight I have to cover half a shift at the hospital from 11pm-3am, and it'll be rough... I'd so much rather be back on the playa, grilling up some veggie burgers and hula hooping and watching all the freaks (I say that with affection). Overall, this burn was more tame and low-energy than Fall 07, which surprised me. I also spent a large part of it acting like a homebody... I was quite content to hang out with my crew at Redbottom. I saw a bunch of people who I was happy to meet, but really didn't branch out socially like last time. None of this is a complaint, I really enjoyed myself... just in a different way than I thought I was going to. Now how am I supposed to wait a month before Gaian Mind????

Silly.

coehlo — Wed, 21 May 2008 18:29:32 GMT

It's amazing what can bring a normally cool, calm, collected individual to the verge of a nervous breakdown. One of those things is trampling on her sacred space. Tainting, polluting, sullying it with filth and disease in the form of a drug-using self-absorbed soul-less girl. Another one of those things is a bad hair cut. A really, REALLY fucking bad hair cut, compliments of Pat at Ground Zero in Chestnut Hill. I'm very close to breaking someone's face right now. Very, very close.

Giggles

coehlo — Tue, 20 May 2008 18:42:08 GMT

It's a nasty, awful, wet, cold, dark, icky day outside. I find amusement in the little things to keep my spirits up...

No longer jailbait.

coehlo — Sun, 18 May 2008 20:23:54 GMT

I have officially exited the "jailbait" portion of my life, never to return again. I am 100% legal, for any and everything I could possibily want to do (except car rental, but who really wants to do that anyway). My 21st birthday celebration was awesome, thanks to everyone who made it out! We danced, we drank (in moderation of course!), we hooped. It was great to have my friends with me. AND, as an extra bonus, the manager of the Bohemian wants to discuss hiring me to hoop there on Fridays *struggles to contain a squeal of excitement)! PDF approaches, and I have so much to do... it's gonna be a crazy few days of running around shopping, scrounging costume ideas, pre-cooking food... I'm considering trying to get off from work on Thursday morning as well so that I'm not absolutely beat when I get down there to set up camp Thursday evening. The extra time would really help... otherwise, I'll be getting home from work at 12:30pm and will have little more than one hour to shower, dress, load up the car, and depart. That's cutting it a bit close for comfort! I can't wait to see all of my PDFer friends once more!

21st Birthday Happenings

coehlo — Tue, 13 May 2008 20:25:47 GMT

Friday the 16th is the big one! I want to go out dancing. And drinking, obviously. And if you're reading this, you're invited to come and help me celebrate! Who's with me? What the hell is going on this Friday? Photo: the hawthorne tree in full bloom! Isn't she lovely?

And so it begins...

coehlo — Sun, 11 May 2008 20:44:09 GMT

Phoenix Rising was an absolute blast. I managed to get my bunny costume sewn in time, miraculously... and I arrived nice and early to get the lay of the land at Shampoo. The PEX crew did a beautiful job of transforming the place as best they could into a friendlier, softer atmosphere. The music was great throughout the night... I particularly dug hooping to the D&B in the smaller room... spent time with all kinds of beautiful people... danced hard... hooped sloppily... handled drama and awkward moments as best I could... and overall ended up having a really wonderful time. Left around 4:30am, I guess? Slept very little, and now I'm at work until midnight and completely zonked. Thank goodness the census is low at the hospital right now... I needed an easy night! A few special thanks to those who helped make my night a special one... Dan, for being absolutely ridiculous, as usual... Lucifer and Angel for your warm and loving presence, and for bringing such lovely friends along with you... Jeremiah, for the hoop-muscle-massage!!... all my fellow hoopers, especially Sammy and Jen who lent me glowy hoops to play with just when I needed it the most... Maro, for the cupcakes that ended up being wolfed down by the bouncers... Jason, for being a sweet and sexy presence intermittently throughout the evening... Hunnybear, for the gifts and the hug that set the mood for the rest of the night :) ... and everyone else!!!! Now I'm going to try to sneak a nap in the lab lounge and hope that no one notices :)

BUNNIES

coehlo — Mon, 05 May 2008 02:23:15 GMT

I love bunnies. When Lobo Mau gave me my capoeira name, he had no idea how appropriate it was. This one is mindlessly cute: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Os43MEoBorE These are effing hilarious: http://www.angryalien.com/ And this one made me tear up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9aa-xSRvsk I love how when he takes the photo off the wall to look at it, the wall is a different color where the frame had been.. such attention to detail.

I feel...

coehlo — Sat, 03 May 2008 23:54:48 GMT

...like blogging. But what do I blog about? All I can think about is how insanely fun this summer is going to be... Phoenix Rising will kick it off next weekend... PDF... Gaian Mind Summer Festival... Drum and Splash... PEX Compression Party? Stones Rising, if it jives with school? And in between all of these magical events: beautiful long days of hiking in the woods, hooping in the park, spin jams, nights out dancing, star gazing, midnight shore trips, full moons, new moons, mosquito bites and sunburns and kisses and picnics... The summer is ripe with sensual delights, just waiting for you and I! And for you, too!! As usual, Bjork says it best... I can sense it Something important Is about to happen It's coming up. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality! We just met And I know I'm a bit too intimate But something huge is coming up And we're both included. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality. I don't know my future after this weekend And I don't want to. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality Sensuality

Sometimes...

coehlo — Thu, 01 May 2008 20:13:45 GMT

...I really surprise myself. It's not always a pleasant surprise, heh. Like today, on the drive home from work, when the dreadlocked asshole in an SUV who'd been tailgating me for miles flipped me off and started screaming at me at a red light, in the midst of my yelling I heard the words "and wash your hair you fucking hippie!!!" coming out of my mouth. When I realized that I'd actually yelled this out my car window, I started laughing hysterically at how ridiculous it was for those words to come from ME. Ugly words, but so absurd and hilarious in context...

I'm only into this to enjoy.

coehlo — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:59:48 GMT

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.