Nothing and everything happening. Many incredible days have passed; uberaxl's cottage, skinny-dipping under the stars, bike riding, rawk shows and red wine, cartoons and kittens, veggie yum, endless bendy classes and coffee drinks on sunny patios. I've reconnected with many old friends, buzzed around with several solid new ones and still hanging with this ( Read more... )

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Have been staying on the Mothership since I got back home, as I sublet out my room for the summer months. Moving back in with ms. Kimba and mr. Scottaroo and our fuzzy kitties tomorrow. I dunno who's more excited - me or Kimbalina ( Read more... )

lol, home is fantastic - the sunflowers are out, squirrel tails wagglin' everywhere and everytime i turn a corner i see another familiar face with a big ol' hug for me :) my spaceship only landed last thursday, but i am integrating right back into this universe with ease, smiles and wildly poofy hair ( Read more... )

as i sort thru and fold this endless pile of laundry,
i am entertained to no end
that my 10-year old kitty-kat
still loves to play the bedsheet game :)

3 months, 4.5 books,
one bursting journal,
~115,000 trees
and endless mosquito corpses later...
and i am home again.

boy, it's friggin' HOT here!
*melts*
but gosh...
i am oh-so-happy to be back :)
sometimes the best thing in life,
is a big zquishy hug
from an excited and happy mom...

more sunrises and sets have passed
than i have the fingers and toes to count.
i am still breathing, smiling and planting;
this is the leanest i have been in years.
my body strong, tanned and oh-so-tuff,
my eyes reflect the green of my trees
and sparkle with a glint of inner growth
from a summer of incredible self-development.
my hands make ( Read more... )

whole universes have born and died ( Read more... )

just a quick note to gloat ( Read more... )

whOoof, tough ass shift. planting is some hard-core work! this week I have recited my favourite jack kerouac poem, mantra-style, 1000s of times in an attempt to save my sanity on some of the wettest, muddiest days i've ever seen. *zquish, zqooosh* <-- (the sound of the puddles in my boots as I walk)

raindrops are ecstacy ( Read more... )