So, I woke up with a start this morning...I'd been dreaming that I'd gone off on a crazy venture to launch my jewelry design business to some trade fair up north. I was wandering amidst the booth and saw this amazing pixish woman...young, petite, cropped dirty blonde hair streaked with highlights, large green eyes that held a hint of mischief. She ( Read more... )

Lately, I've been enjoying a select few license plates seen on my longish daily commute. I enjoy it when some other human is clever enough to come up with a license plate that wakes me up, makes me notice it, snapping me out of my driving-induced-zombie-state where I navigating the thoroughfares on auto-pilot , lost in thoughts of day's troubles. ( ( Read more... )

Today feels a bit sulky and pallid for me. Broken promises of icy weather have washed the landscape in sun-washed grays. My interior and exterior worlds are feeling a bit reciprocal. I am likewise feeling a bit gray today. Which is actually an improvement over earlier this morning.

To contrast, I was sorting some scraps of writing, and found this ( Read more... )

Some days there is not enough time... - certainly, the time is there to be filled but the pace of things races by in a blur. Some many places to be and things to do.. .there so many worries and deadlines to swallow up that small sweet mental space that it takes to savor things. Today, I find myself wishing that the pace of life would slow down if ( Read more... )

 
i want to fly away
it sounds better than "running"
there's no sense of defeat 
in outspread wings
lofting higher

 
my beautiful etruscan boy
your curved eyes smile
from dusky skin
full of the knowing of warmth
sunbaked and delicate
some firm hand made you
and now your mystery
makes me
here in this moment
i AM this moment
weighted and longing
and tangled in ivy

 It's almost march. It's march-eve, even. I feel like I'm on the cusp of spring, even though logically I know a final frost is still probably lurking nearby. I'm longing to get dirty and green. To pull the plants out of the greenhouse and plant a bevy of flowers. To move heavy stones and make room for a mystery of roses. I imagine my deck, free of ( Read more... )

what is it? that music that lingers
sprung like a moist tear from the soul of Pavarotti
the bittersweet inner-most of memory shakes me
and I tumble towards the darkness there
reconsidering and reconfiguring the past, paired and soldered to a present
that burns inexplicably, incandescently - I swear
My body is a fountain of light swallowed up by this dear ( Read more... )

 As some of you may know, I will be competing in the Rolex International Women's Keelboat Championship next week down in Galveston Bay. A few people have asked me for more information on the race, so I thought I would post some links here. I will be competing as a part of a three woman crew against 41 other all-women teams from all over the United ( Read more... )

 
listing to radio montecarlo2's odd ambient euro-groove mix
a strange bossa nova cover of No Doubt's Don't Speak
I can't quite decide if I like it
it has it's good moments...
I feel so full of life today. ready to burst.
I'm writing to relieve the pressure
so in bursting, I don't burst onto someone
with all those inadvertent complications
that such things ( Read more... )