Sat, 29 Apr 2006 15:20:20 GMT

So long since i shared thoughts in the form of type here. Linda helped me set this up last weekend out at the round house which afforded me the luxury of her saved images from last winter's snow impromptu whiskey frozen limb performances. Can't wait for more to come! Early Spring fitting for such endeavors and the trees changing again like we all must.
So now i feel these small gifts again. the warm sun on my fingers this morning as i strum two chords over and over to find the melody in between.
housitting, dogsitting four wiley beasts, psycho-cat taming. woke up surrounded by warm bodies, licking tongues and a wondrous understanding of what caring for other beings really means. reliance on another for survival. remembered the mornings i would hear my mother up at the crack of dawn and the jingle-jangle of bells on collars and nails scratching the floor of the kitchen behind her.
this old, old house with a narrow front porch and white painted bricks and overgrown gardens blooming fully... how i feel so comfortable having other people's homes to myself! hehe. HOME. ??

putting on the punjabi tonight to bring people scrumptious dosas and dhals... wee hee.
nyc- cello performance tomorrow and rock against racism in the paltz....whoo hooo!

"real" snow

Fri, 09 Dec 2005 16:47:33 GMT

The sun is now out after this first fall closing down almost everything. Stepped two feet outside to smoke, geese screaming the entire time. Want to capture now these landscapes because, even they can be new. Thought of how old the trees on this property really are.
I am yet still rambling around, staying with my sister, or others, on couches. Most likely afraid to really be settled and paying and stuck.
An influx of new faces and old faces that feel again new.
Today i must make something.

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"real" snow