This will be my last entry in this journal. I believe in closing doors, in seperating myself from negative situations and the time has come to move on from the stories of groupie past, devotion to obsessive love, and cosmic sluttery. The content in here and my username, although one of my favorite tributes to one of my dearest songs, does not ( Read more... )

Weekend's sunset bonfire picnic was full of such good company, yummy food and happy vibes that it was the first time I didn't walk away wishing for the presence of Patrick. I just sat there and smiled and occasionally laughed at the company of such a wonderful bunch, huddled around the fire, midnight stoner stacking at the potluck table.

So in love with the gift my friends. Julian, a mystical soul bro and renegade festival organizer, threw a party next to a river this weekend. He carted his generator, 3 days worth of fuel, soundsystem, speakers, and vinyl a quarter mile through the woods, just so we could bliss out to the sunshine and music beachside. I fell asleep next to the ( Read more... )

I am meditating on the word 'compassion' every morning in the warrior pose. I am also going back to prayer (so to speak) because I believe that setting thoughtful intentions about people I love and expressing daily gratitude as a ritual is something that has been missing my life since I officially joined the ranks of the Recovering Christians ( Read more... )

To do list for now through December:
- Learn the behind the back weave
- Launch event business with Avi in September
- Edit 20 vignettes from the book for completion
- Publish first issue of The Desperate Kingdom of Love
- Give my first fire class
- Submit to employment
- NO BOY DRAMA (i believe this will be the hardest task)

Spinning fire at the Oregon Country Fair, the place where I first saw fire performers, is the highest honor in my life. How to describe the drum circle and that grass, feeling every burn align with the earthy life force that lives in those magical, mossy trees? When I left the drum circle, a man came up to me and asked if I was a Shaman or ( Read more... )

He loved to tell the story about the vision she was on the day they first kissed, and on this night he made no exception. He described how she danced past him with her poi one festival afternoon, wearing a blue dress she had picked because she thought it would look perfect on days she got her heart broken. He was sitting alone, hands in his pockets ( Read more... )

I've felt terribly disconnected from many of the friends I've visited on this trip. I suppose in my past life (or, life before the west coast), I was still learning how to socialize and was naturally attracted to those who had similar issues of isolatin and ennui. I suppose I was also very disconnected from the earth, natural beauty, the divine, ( Read more... )

I love living my life and not blogging about it; only sharing the contents through true interaction. After so many years of sharing mostly everything. I still have a soft spot for LJ. It's like a real journal at this point, that a few people may get around to reading ( Read more... )

At the Ballard bachelor pad there is usually a group of 3-8 guys in the living room playing music. The first time I went over there, Joe explained on the phone that there were a bunch of musicians in his living room, so just come in, since he probably won't hear if I knock or call. This fact made me grin ( Read more... )