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A Faerie Tale (a work in progress....sorry)

Bounty — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 22:18:25 GMT

"She's sleeping. Yes, she must be sleeping" Ant, wringing his antennae said. "It can't the other....oh, say she's not dead". Beetle moved slowly to where she lay, And clicked in her ear, moved the leaves out of the way. Robin bent down and put his head to her chest. Black bead eyes shining, heart thumping in his red breast. Fauns had gathered, leaning in for the verdict Fish from the stream struggling not to slip There mouths making O's, O's O's But fish are patient as you well know. For down by the water, Laying half out and half in, Under the river willows, And in amongst leaves, Lay the tiny body, Of the faerie girl, Breeze. "Go fetch Owl", robin said quitely "And tell to her come quickly As quick as can be". If there be a chance, the chance is with she." Raven flew off (they love to be heroes) And returned with Owl, Hushed wings bringing her To the solemn scene down at the river. "Gather the dew from the dogwood blossom's Last year's acorn caps, and some dust from the Possum, Bee give your nectar, Ant, return her glamour you borrowed She's shaken, and broken, but will, if luck's with us, fly tomorrow." The potion was brewed in a knot in the tree, And carried by Raccoon, passed carefully And Owl poured it into the tiny pink mouth. They all settled in for dawn to break Mornings light being the last ingredient it would take. Dawn light crept in, rosy and gold And spreading it's glow to the forest below. As it inched towards Breeze's fingers The clan held their breath, When as quick as a spark, 'CAN'T A GIRL TAKE A NAP, WITHOUT DRAWING A CROWD?" They all new better, fairies will never admit That they're hurt or broken, or had a spirit-dip. "Oh, no, dear" Owl replied We were just passing by, (but in our heart's we thought you had died)". But never would anyone tell the faerie child The worry and work. The fussing, and tears shed At the thought of her glamour gone The thought of her dead. The Moral you see (or perhaps you don't) It's worth saving magic, Even a pouty, ungrateful faerie. To lose even one, Is one lost forever So forgive selfish Breeze. But know the world's better. So if a sad faerie, Takes a wee "sleep" Call Owl and the others And the story repeat.

Ocean Miracle......and I'm one lucky be-ach dweller....!

Bounty — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 19:12:35 GMT

There is a large (very) dolphin floating languidly in the ocean. I can see her easily, glistening and seemingly resting in shallow water. I watch carefully. This is unusual. Where is her pod? The few folks on the beach watch, as well. Something mysterious seems to be occurring with the lady of the sea. A brief patch of red appears in the water, just the slightest swirl. My heart drops and I think of calling for help when.........a tiny snout appears, a tiny tail, a tiny fin. Mother nudges her little one to the surface and flips it gently with her nose. The red is dissipating, but she hurries to take the babe away where now I can make out her pod waiting, as watchful as family, just beyond the water break. I watch as they circle, circle, circle the pair, the little one hugging close to it's mother. Two of the pod leap in the air as mother, babe, and the family head towards deeper waters. Sapphire gems wink form the sea. The fins retreating, my tears blinding, my heart bursting.

The Joy of the Unexpected or The Mystery of Valhalla ~*~

Bounty — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:58:27 GMT

Well, to say my birthday weekend (with what seemed like 100's .....well, 20, others :) was amazing is to put it mildly. Our secret hide-out? Ohhhhhhh, friggin' FABULOUS! HOT TUB, I'm still woozy from the "heat" (loose lips sink....well, you get it), FOOD? Ummmmmm, we forgotted. Bears? Apparently, or so we were told when we were "escorted" through the woods to the after parties. (BTW, I am now officially a wood sprite/faerie.......and NEVER believe what a faeirie tells you she is going to be wearing, we get the biggest kick outa foolin', dontcha know.......besides wings, don't mess with the wings). The bad news, we only got a few pictures, so if any of you have some shoot 'em on over. The BEST part was the time I got to spend with a certain Best Friend and all the other wonderful people who populated the Shire. *Sigh*. My wings are folded against my back........for now.....

In Preparation of a Most Excellent Adventure....again.

Bounty — Wed, 28 May 2008 17:50:19 GMT

I must decide Green or Black......but the bigger question is, WHERE THE HELL IS MY FLASK???? I pack as if I'm am leaving on a Pole Expedition, when it's only Vallhalla, with it's wild tradition. Skirts and corsets, whips and plumes, lace stockings and gloves, and delicate perfumes. Butterflies fly in my stomacher a bit, at the thought of carousing, rough housing, and sweet sugar tits ~*~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWtC8oD9qvM

This just in, coming direct from the Cosmos, this is Bounty your Dreamy Correspondant

Bounty — Sun, 25 May 2008 19:00:31 GMT

Finally......I'm back....Flying wildly through the rainbow (literally, as I haven't been able to meditate during this time, decided to take my ass to my "mind waterfall" until someone showed up....they did) After being stuck with the blues, the schmoos (these are tiny prickly things that attach to your feel goods), AND the boo hoos I made it out. During my pre-dawn flight of fancy...I was told....."BE JOY-FILLED! (I know, I know....but She didn't add I would be visited by an angel of God....whew) The weight of sadness you carry is also a WAIT on your life." *Shaking off the Down, puttin' down the baggage*, I vow.....*Raising hand*....To seek joy, everywhere, ride the rainbow, every time, grab life by the hand and enthusiastically run WILD (WILD I tell you!), and if you want to come along catch the hand of the one on the end of the line (Come On! It's fun!), and LOVE, just plain LOVE every minute I've got (or at least give it one hell of a try). Ramen. Valhalla.......here we come....after that....who knows? Not me, but then it wouldn't be a surprise......*grin* The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand.... the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. - George Eliot

Merc's in retro.....great. AND I'm a Gemini (somehow, this probably doesn't come as a surprise....:)

Bounty — Fri, 23 May 2008 17:24:40 GMT

BUT I'M GOING TO TAHOE, AND THE FAIRE, AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY( on the 30th)......and this week hasn't been so great already. If someone could hide during this time how would one go about that? I'll get the Cowboy Hat of Mighty Protection out and wear it 24 hours a day.....it seems to be helping with the fire *cough*. Period, shmeriod.....I'm wearing the hat to the faire.

THE SANTA CRUZ MOUNTAINS ARE BURNING!

Bounty — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:56:28 GMT

Many of my friends live in the area affected. This is the precise area where I walk my dogs.......Oh, I am so sad. There is a 4H camp caught right in the middle...please offer up prayers. Yesterday as I was driving home the wind was so high and the fields so dry I thought "Perfect Storm" ..I live on the beach....but the fire is literally 5 miles away, as the crow flies, with burning eyes....

What da hell is going on?

Bounty — Thu, 22 May 2008 02:26:19 GMT

Feeling tired, hmmmmmm, yessssssssssssss. Feeling like aforementioned banana slug, yessssssssssssssssssss. Eighty six year old mom beating me to the car? Why, yesssssssssssssss. Thought I'd check my blood pressure......*pause*.....deep breath.....OH! It's 80/44 ....pulse 50. I have been known to run low in the BP area but NEVER in heart rate (usually around 88, resting). Now, have my recent hikes (butt luge's) with the dogs done something to me. Did the slug transfer the slug? *Laying head down on table*.....there......now I can continue. (You have no idea the effort this is taking....if it wasn't for spell check it would have looked like ...."I rmnosn an' dmdo fr qds sock!" Can't (watch out, B) play word games....or do a dash....guess the ummmmmm, Shuttle Shot will have to be called .......*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* um, off....again. Yesterday I called mi mum and she said she was "upstairs". She doesn't have an upstairs. I know where she was now.....

I'm going to miss you

Bounty — Tue, 20 May 2008 18:29:40 GMT

The talks, where I'd get to giggling so hard I'd have to lie down. A silly school girl, again. Damn, I'm going to miss that. The word games we played, Which you always let me win. Double entendre, some times just un.... And the satisfied smile I carried with me For the next few days, The lightness I felt and exuded. Shining and burning in a secret spot, Just inside my heart. Now, I feel funereal, A need to put it to rest. A New Orleans parade, Second line and umbrellas The trombone's dirge, Because it's all I can do. Send you off proper, High stepping and winding, Down damp streets, To the cemetary where I'll place you Next to Marie LeVeaux. Bottle of rum and some cigarettes Placed on the tombstone. My imagination, it just never stops Because I know where you are Alive and living in your own little hell. So, fare thee well, Darling One, fare thee well. Damn, I'm going to miss you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=le7_j_U3M-0 side note: Went out to the forest and laid on a ruin of a tree under the redwood's arms in the company of a banana slug....This he said to me "honey, we've got it made in the shade". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1xZ2YUhKbA

The best laid plans of mice and redheads....

Bounty — Mon, 19 May 2008 17:52:32 GMT

Hot Rod Show.....nope. Just couldn't get the communication path ways (Dr. Phil....even though I can't STAND you I would have let you attempt to "Wrestle this bear and whop him upside the head......HOW'S THAT WORKIN' FOR YA?") with the Man of the House. Now, I'm not intimating he's stubborn or a Taurus (because THAT in fact, is a fact) but either I was speaking an entirely new language (womaneeze), or the ear fur completely blocked out my attempts. Thursday: "Is the car going to be ready" Him: "I DON'T KNOW....HOW CAN I KNOW, STOP ASKING ME!" Friday: "Should I get one of the other cars polished and take one of the other THREE?" Him: "I DON'T KNOW....HOW CAN I KNOW, STOP ASKING ME!" Soooooooo, I stopped asking.....cuz he didn't know, for Gawd's sake! Moving on. The party I was not looking forward to attending. The one where I was going to confront the Supervisor with clever quips turned out to be FABULOUS. The Sup and I jabbed and poked each other in merriment and somewhat off color humor. I met OLD Italians that were somehow related to me .....that remember the "good old days" (think Soprano's here), where the women, dressed to the nines, coifed and perfumed,and bejeweled (sigh....I miss the "Guys", they were such great gifters) sat in elegant establishments, drank martinis and "visited" in high style. It was a huge, grand bunch of neighbors, most who I've never met before. With an open liquor and oyster bar we became best friends. Skinny Girl Margarita's were introduced by me to the local ladies, which leaving you without a hang-over still makes for a wild and fast flying ride....Introductions to Carl (always a great party trick), scurrying off mid-party to locate music because the hosts didn't have any (huh?) I danced so much my leg hooker oners hurt. So, all in all a Great weekend. I got to wear high heels and eyeliner.....ooooo'd and ahhhhhh'd over A Chanel Bag one of the gals had bought at a garage sale.....and waft my perfume over a crowd where someone didn't say..."I'm allergic....*cough*", teeter about with margarita's and oysters and reminisce about the Bad/Good Old Days......capice?

Do you feel me when you're gone...

Bounty — Thu, 15 May 2008 03:00:15 GMT

slithering around your tuned out mind Creeping into places you left untended Does a shiver come, a step on your grave? No, it's me and you are my slave. Does someone tip toe as light as air Into your dreams leaving you startled, aware? "Hush, now, hush.... It's only me, give me the time. Just checking what now is mine. " Something is haunting me" You say to your friends. " creeping and sneaking Down under my bed" "I wake at dawn, Covered in sweat The sheets are damp, My hair still wet." Calling my name, The burn and the flame a tug in my belly, The scent of her lingers.... On the tips of my fingers..." Just like the motes in front of your eyes I float before you, Would you be surprised? Taking in the deep blue hue, Sucking and swallowing the thing that is you. It's time to come home now.... I'm weary of this. I grow tired of flying To lick your sweet lips.

So much to do.....so little...time and a "New sport I'm thinking of putting in the Olympics"....

Bounty — Tue, 13 May 2008 21:46:49 GMT

This coming weekend is chock full (YES! ABSOLUTELY CHOCK) with stuff to do The first Hot Rod Show of the season is right here at the Santa Cruz County Fairgrounds, Saturday and Sunday. Now, it isn't as if I don't have hot rods....but the one that was going and potentially being sold is not quite ready for his debut. Cisco has wire problems. It didn't until the man of the house decided it needed sprucing up. Apparently when the antenna goes up the doors lock. This is not a good thing as this Hottie (named Cisco) has no door handles ("I don' have to have no stinkin' door handles!"). So at least you can listen to the radio as you bake/breath up all the air/or die of boredom. I picture myself waving frantically .....people smile, wave back. I worried about this for the past week....I had the PERFECT outfit, for Gawd's sake! There's some guy, who had something to do with filming the "Perfect Storm", doing a documentary (insert filming the nuts with old cars), and I was all ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille, and , and......waita minute. I've got FLIVVER! Hi HO AWAY! This is the little plum (crazy)1930 Model A....that just came back with a new paint job! Dashing up to Costumfornia I think I have.......A FLAPPER OUTFIT! Crisis averted. Second nut in the chock, I've been invited to a party to "thank" our local supervisor at our cousin's house (which strangely enough is being converted into a SUPER HOUSE.....hmmmmmmm). Says I, "Ummmmm, you want ME to glad hand the woman who keeps giving herself raises while the local schools don't have books? After a couple (4) martinin's"? They reply (Oh, you silly's)..."Be nice, Holly". uhhuh. Can I wear my Hooker outfit???? (pretty much a no brainer as that covers nearly everything in my regular closet). Well, at least Shari is coming down for the weekend. That's a good thing. She can drive the get away car.....*grin* Just 2 more weeks to Valhalla........ The pic is of Cisco.....seeeeeee? No door handles.....wonder what happened to the previous owners wife? Oh, yeah, the New Sport....My Passione'.....Here's what you'll need. A.) a crazy springer spaniel....any spaniel is "allowed" but must be crazy. B.) a small but bold dog....ie.: Pappillon, rat terrier, a misxerup, (you know ....the little ones with the need for speed....not crack) C.) A Forest.....with high hills. You set off at a quick pace following trails, using the Crazy one to reconnoiter ahead. The smaller of the two is the "gatherer".....twigs, paint balls, those little tiny pine cones, all over their bodies. You come to a place .......where....there... is...NO TRAIL! YES! Give knowing nod to "Crazy", stuff little dog down FRONT of shirt (tuck it in), and let your butt hit the ground, feet forward. You are SPEEDING DOWN THE UNTRAIL! You come veering and careening to a stream! KURSPLASH! Victorious, you remove tiny gathererer from shirt and give "Crazy" a high five. THEN.....stuff tiny dog back in shirt and start climbing up. (Note: for you who are picturing me recklessly destroying forest life, I only slide where sliding has occurred before.....like Big Foot....)

The Flight...

Bounty — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:51:12 GMT

during this morning's meditation (which for some reason ALWAYS catches me by surprise) I glide as the hawk over a huge field of wild flowers, vibrant but tiny, each little plant doing a vibrational dance as I go over. The next field is wild wheat. The field is huge, a valley. The wheat's dance is one of "waving" row, after row, undulating as I pass over each section. Up I go to the the cliff face, where on the ledge, landing again, as myself, I find Green Tara. She is standing behind me and points to the valley below. EVERYTHING has a beam of light emanating from it, not connected, but reaching, reaching. Tara has me lean over the edge, I feel her presence behind me. All the beams turn immediately and rush through our hearts and what emerges from our backs as an limitless orb of gold, that encircles all. The flowers, the wheat, the animals of the field, the rocks, the streams....everything is encompassed in the golden light. We do not speak.....but my physical self notices that my arms and legs have raised off the bed. Just floating, as if I was underwater. Okay. anybody. What is going on? Has the Crazy set in for good? Or am I just having a real good time with myself? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtSpJUVWN4Y

Wings or Horns

Bounty — Thu, 08 May 2008 04:24:28 GMT

Is woman a devil or angel with wings When she rides you to heaven Or calls in your dreams. Does her back bear the mark Where feathers once were Or under her hair, little nubs Her locks easily obscure. When the blush of passion Comes to her cheeks Are they rosy and cherubic Or crimson from hell's heat? Perhaps it's no problem, From whence she came, Angel, or hellion It's her cooing your name.

Cowboy Hat "Carma"

Bounty — Fri, 02 May 2008 18:32:42 GMT

I met the lovely Sandra C. in downtown Santa Cruz for a cuppa coffee (on the rocks, BLACK, in a BIG cup) away we flew. I had no idea that I was actually in the intermediate class of shopping. We weaved, we jagged, we juked, met wonderful people form "far away" that knew the famous Ms. C, as well, smelled our way through the perfume place (definitely going back....my car smells like heaven), we hit the Shoe Mecca, worshiped, passed around several pairs, regretfully decided that the ones we liked weren't on the Sale rack, so sped off to other unsuspecting establishments of desire. Seventy eight dollar blouse.....BAH! Eighty dollars skirts....DOUBLE BAH! Wait, Ms. C says.....there's this one place where everything is under $15......but we're gonna have to "hoof it". *Sound of Angels Singing*......SILK SKIRTS...$15. Tops.....$10. Annnnnd, a coppery cowboy hat....Now, to back up, I had remarked earlier that "The Cowboy Hat" is a man magnet. Wear one, get at least one "proposal" from SOMEONE. Kiss, Kiss, to Sandra put my cowboy hat on (because it doesn't fit in the bag) head into New Leaf for arugula. Got arugula. Walk to car.....where I SWEAR there were one million cars parked an hour ago. Nope, just the red Camaro......and a group of young men. And the scene went something like this. Young Man (insert tall child here), "OOOOOO, I wanna go home wit chu". *Kissing sounds" Me: just....a ....few.... feet......keep your head down (with aforementioned cowboy hat on....they'll never see I'm old enough to be their Mom). YM, "I betcha she's in da RED camaro" Me: "crap" as I unlock car and slide sighing in....glowing that I've pulled the ruse off. "Tap....tap tap....on my window" I roll it down an inch (ok ...2 inches....SMART ONE, ME!) Now I'm face to face with Junior.......now all his friend's are going to point and laugh! Without missing a beat he says "Can we exchange numbers so I can take you out sometime?" *Long Pause, mind racing, COME ON! Grandma! Come up with something really cool....you've raised boys!* Me: "Ummmmmmm, I can't". YM "*Clutching his chest* " WHY NOT?" Jus a lil drink (umm you'd need to get an ID, thinks I) Me: "I'm over my limit and the next one I have to throw back" YES! Putting the car and gear and pulling out (In the mean time of lost all sense of where I am...) YM.."What's that mean?" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, once again the Miracle of the Cowboy Hat. Jeez, ladies, it's like the Cloak of Youth or Sensuality or Dumbing Down! I've got to run now, and put the magic hat back in it's plexiglass case. Don't want the fairy dust to fall off all at once....

Do you ever feel blue?

Bounty — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:25:03 GMT

lonely for someone you're not sure you knew? burn of longing in your heart, Eyes gazing, heart skipping Sighing, deep and long Waiting, just waiting.... And wanting For what you're not sure..... But I wish it would pass, (Or they'd come to my door). Because the dog's can't understand Why I'm curled in a patch of sun on the floor. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o1V2uiagpU

Old and Older lessons

Bounty — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:46:30 GMT

Getting really old is a bitch. You have heard me speak of my mom, who is 86, nearly blind now, dizzy (and falling down), her everything hurts and I hate to see this vibrant soul stuck in her earthly body. However, we are studying the Tao together. Every day at noon I call her with the latest passage. We're up to the 51st verse. Each day it amazes me at how appropriate the reading is. We discuss the words, the ideas, and the hope found there and the exchange we have during these moments is priceless. She wasn't quite the perfect mother in her younger years, in fact, sometimes it was pretty scary. But now, in this final class she and I are attending I found the generous spirit that was there all along. Weak but eager to listen and learn and envision that we actually have no beginning and no end. Now ......second lesson of the week. I'd been having difficulty with my meditation these past few days....just couldn't quite "get there" but this morning in the early morning hours I found myself once again soaring as the hawk. I could see a glimmering membrane flowing from me, to me, over me, encompassing all that we think of as universe. I landed as myself, but still transparent, at the waterfall where I often times find Green Tara. "This is to show you that there are no boundaries on this plane or the next. We are able to mingle with all creation......forever", Green Tara, shimmering in clearness, says to me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, *sigh*. Better. Yep, much, much better.

Jose (now Carlos :( and Clara.....and baby makes 5....6?

Bounty — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:59:29 GMT

www2.ucsc.edu/scpbrg/falconcameraSJ.htm (sorry...I can't get this to be clickable....let me know what I've done wrong......here ;) ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND...I know what I want to be when I grow up.....I want to study raptors, fly with them, be with them, watch them....is it too late? NEVER! (altho' the closest thing I could find to a class was a camp for families in the Sierra's....duz I have to have a family? In mid-spring 2006, employees working at San Jose City Hall first alerted us to the presence of a pair of peregrine falcons that were regularly observed in the downtown area. The tiercel was clearly an adult in 2006, but the female was still in juvenile plumage. As such this pair did not appear to be nesting in the area at the time. A new baby peregrine will be hatching today....EARTH DAY! Rest assured that the falcons are undisturbed....I LOVE me Peregrine's!!!! In early spring 2007, Jose and Clara were again regularly observed together in the area. In 2006 SCPBRG had placed a nest box on the building, lined with gravel, similar in style to the box that was placed at Oracle in 2000. The camera was positioned near the nest box. By mid-February the birds were observed engaging in typical courtship behavior, and by late March Jose and Clara had laid a total of three eggs in the nest box. The three fledged in June. For a review of the 2007 season highlights, see Jose and Clara's 2007 Nest Diary. For up to the minute news regarding San Jose's 2008 nesting season, see the San Jose Peregrines Discussion Forum. Nest Cam Sponsor: City of San Jose

We faired well...

Bounty — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 02:15:12 GMT

Once again we had a wonderful time at Vacaville Fantasy Faire! I'm pooped....but use your imagination...Shari the Naughty Fairie and Lil Bo Bounty.....searching for Baab...*grin*

The first LSR adventure of the Spring....

Bounty — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 04:28:23 GMT

One, I'm going to see my darling friend in Vacaville. Two, I have a Little Bo Bounty outfit, Three, I have had to.....JUST HAD TO ....come up with a Sunday costume. What says Sunday better than Heidi.....in thigh highs....and a corset....But I DO have a flowery garland for my hair. "High on the hill was a lonely goat-herd (huh?)....well, this way either way it works. Pics to follow....YO-DILLY-YO DILLY- YO HEE- HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Let the good times begin...cuz there's a whole season of them comin' up!

Is the "real" world getting WILD AND WEIRD?

Bounty — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 02:54:40 GMT

Ivanna Trump ....ummmmm, 25 bride's maids? It appears Ms. Trump or Mrs. ? has maintained her hairstyle for the last 20 years completely intact. Satin pillow, says I? Nooooooo, I think the Trump billions have invented a head-keeper, which, when put on at night keeps the do forever.....Mr. Trump uses this device as well. I am assuming that the Do-Keep was awarded to both parties in the divorce settlement, joint custody, so to speak. Each party waiting on Friday night ("OOOO! He/She better not be late!" *checking watch, tapping foot*. " Probably took it to Doosneyland, Damn!" "He/She is probably buying it new air filters and golden angels to adorn it's perfect plastic enclosure......" But, I digress, DID YOU SEE THE FREAKIN' WEDDING????? Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, (shhhh...dare I say murder) all served up on a gilt cracker. And the gallant groom...."Oh, Ivanna.....give me TONGUE!" Ivanna's response "Oh, stop it, whatsyourname! My lipshtick!" And to quote Entertainment Tonight....."A RAINBOW OF DREAMS".....gag. Next rant......boiler makers.

I met the most lovely, fierce (not THAT kind of fierce) woman today....(pic taken my his Highness Alex)

Bounty — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 02:39:36 GMT

and she happened to have in tow a truly wonderful son. We had spoken about meeting...."Geez, we're sooooo close!" "You know, who I know, and isn't it (sad, unfortunate, FABULOUS) that this and that happened". Well, ladies and gents, today it did. Clash of the Titans, Armenian/Swedish/Apache style. Oh, and she's a CHEF! (lurv from the man o' da house ;) She likes my dags, my lizzy, my cat....her son KNEW....JUST KNEW....that Carl was a dragon (yep). Vintage store (Ka! Ching! ....20% off !) Mom's.....*scary *.....check. Weird pregnancies.....check. When to do what is right.....double check. Got each other's back? Well, now you're talking about one Armenian and one crazy half Apache....and we've decided that "None of the above" should be a valid option in the upcoming elections....and if it isn't.......well, you ever see a leg 'o lamb thrown.....or an ax? Just sayin'. Welcome home, Sandra and Alex, Welcome home. Oh yeah, for the LSR'S....we have a new sis! I have no idea where I lost my hair....or got that outfit....(crap)

In the mornning before I am truly awake...

Bounty — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 17:02:32 GMT

I "go" where I will. Often times this is when quite amazing and universal ideas play out. This morning's, when I thought I was just lying with my dog's head on my chest, the scene unfolded: I am a Hawk, soaring above a canyon, a feather falls and drifts beneath me, there is a pond half in and half out of the sunlight and a woman floats on her back drifting between the cool and warm waters, I can feel the breeze and the shift in temperature of the water as I float, the feather wafts to her chest, a horse is pulling at the grass next to the pond, the name I hear is Ma'at. Had to look this one up: Ma'at Ma'at is the Goddess of truth, justice and cosmic balance. She is different from other Egyptian Gods, as she is not believed to have been an actual living being, but rather the personification of a moral ideal. Okay, good. This should take up the rest of my week to begin to understand....but, Thanks, Universe! You have the best movies!

The Stream Crossing

Bounty — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:46:46 GMT

I am in the middle of the stream, perhaps not the middle, but just passed. My feet feel the slippery stones beneath it and I know I have to move or be carried down. The breeze catches my hair and with it the voices of the encampment where I've lived until now. But, oh,on the other side I can just make out, some laughter and horses snuffling and jingling of bits. A brightly covered wagon, people dressed in rainbow's array (and my cotton gown being dampened by the mist and the spray). No harm in a visit, I, at last, tell myself, and start cautiously stepping across slick mossy plates. And if you don't find me in my old familiar camp, follow the gypsy wagon, the gypsy wagon's lamp.

Green Tara and I

Bounty — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 05:04:40 GMT

I call to her and she answers... Each time. The first was a delight I didn't know who she was. Sitting so lovely Above me, Smiling in the mist, To my left side. "Quiet.....I am here". "Who is here?" I reply? But she answers with a smile And stays for awhile, Silently blending in glow of green I once knew a child, Wise and wonderfully wild, Who I birthed and reluctantly returned. But before me is floating, The love I've been hoping, Hadn't been lost To the unseen. I know that love never dies, burns deep in our lives, My little one is in part and in sum The one who now counsels me. SHE is all of us A part of us Tara explained this to me. Just Open...Open.... No words will be spoken But I'll find her there in thee.