When I am an old woman, I will climb trees.
It's really best to stay in practice. This afternoon, after work, I took a spliff and a ginger beer to the treehouse in my yard and watched the shadows stretch across the grass.
I've picked up the guitar again, after a good year and a half of leaving it leaned against my wall. Of course, I tore a big hole in my finger at the farm and I'm having a hard time again. We're planting seeds again. There's something special about those days, when we tuck those little potential beings under the soft soil and say a little prayer for them to reach toward the sky.
I am making wild plans. This is a year for preparation. Pay down some debt, save up some cash, and then... then, my friends, the world.
Until then, though, I am enjoying my little place in Arcata, waking up with the birds and going to sleep with the moon. This evening, I cooked myself a huge slab of wild-caught Tombo with wasabi, seaweed salad and piles of pickled ginger. Next, espresso and letter-writing (I got a fat 10 page letter in the mail yesterday!), then on to the studio with Marie. This is the life, I tell you what.
I've picked up the guitar again, after a good year and a half of leaving it leaned against my wall. Of course, I tore a big hole in my finger at the farm and I'm having a hard time again. We're planting seeds again. There's something special about those days, when we tuck those little potential beings under the soft soil and say a little prayer for them to reach toward the sky.
I am making wild plans. This is a year for preparation. Pay down some debt, save up some cash, and then... then, my friends, the world.
Until then, though, I am enjoying my little place in Arcata, waking up with the birds and going to sleep with the moon. This evening, I cooked myself a huge slab of wild-caught Tombo with wasabi, seaweed salad and piles of pickled ginger. Next, espresso and letter-writing (I got a fat 10 page letter in the mail yesterday!), then on to the studio with Marie. This is the life, I tell you what.