I find myself at Cafe Bella in Yamhill, OR this evening. It's my freind Mik's Mom's place...super cute. It's sort of like what Olive Garden thinks it is. Beautiful brick building, which was evidently the bank built in 1890 or so. Small, intimate yet with high cielings, nice mouldings. Mik's Mom is sweet, definitely what I expected, a woman in charge of her part of the world. Thier interactions are as familiar as mine with my own mother, which is comforting somehow...I'm content her... read more

Well, I've always wondered...
"For, Hindu(s), of course, the greeting of choice is "Namaste,"
the two hands pressed together and held near the heart with the
head gently bowed as one says, "Namaste." Thus it is both a
spoken greeting and a gesture, a Mantr(a) and a Mudr(a). The
prayerful hand position is a Mudr(a) called Anjali, from the root
Anj, "to adorn, honor, celebrate or anoint." The hands held in
union signify the oneness of an apparently du... read more

You were always my archangel, Michael. To have kissed you was to have breathed the essence of god. To have loved you, to have bared my passions to the elements for the scorn of aeternity. My soul mate. My lover. My freind. You were never any of these. You simply were.

I picked up Elklypse and Chris today. We had sushi, then they helped me move the last of my things from my old house. They accompanied me to the coffee shop, then to the peircing parlor John runs, who owns my old hou... read more