with all the prancing and dancing that lame words can give
Tomorrow I'm going to Daffodil Hill. The flowers are only 25% in action, most are still sleeping because it's colder in the hills. I feel like everything here is in bloom. Opening up and letting all chaos transpire. I can't avoid the warmth of the sun and the promise of Spring on it's taunting fingertips. I've been riding my bike around before I get too fat to enjoy the finer pleasures of living. I'm so satisfied I don't have allergies. There's a big mattress located in the center of my living room, it'll be there until Easter... I think it's the most brilliant piece of furniture that has ever invaded our livingspace. I did yoga on it yesterday, and indulged in invisible bikerides though there was no one to race against, and bounced until I got dizzy. You can tell I suffer from mostly growing and sleeping with bunkbeds where there is no bouncing potential. I've promised myself to do yoga everyday during spring break and as often as possible thereafter. Maybe I'll do yoga among the fields of yellow talking to the flowers like a little lost Alice. Hmmm... and I've got to decide what kind of a picnic to pack for the occasion, I'm such a little grandma.
The day after tomorrow I'm going to the high dessert to visit a sweet woman on her farm. She's got goats for the milking and baby goats for the taking, I wish I could take little Jack the goatling home with me, but unless he lives in my room there isn't much chance... plus there's zero chance of milking him. She's building a second chicken coop because of all the little chicklets that will grow to be hens making more eggs and every now and than an accidental chicklet. There will also be rich flowers and salty air, gorgeous sunsets and meditation. I love long drives right before the onset of Spring. It's my favorite time of year. I'm glad it's the season for growing.
In a week I have a very special super-secret anniversary. In two weeks maybe at last the world will permit I'll be able to get health insurance. In August my blessed sister will be coming home for a short period of time from her haven of hipness in New York. I should be going there, I think the time will be right in a year, I'll take the train out she'll be close to done with her master's program and we'll go giddy in sisterly love. It must be a terrible thing to not have awesome siblings to relate with, I'm glad I've never known a life absent of their love, craziness, and support.
I'm planning my next tattoo, but it'll be more than 6 months before I get it. I'm still excited. I've already decided it'll be my favorite one, I might even let it be in color. I haven't been painting nearly as much as I planned but now is a good time to remind myself how much I need art to survive. I also have to start writing more children's stories about people's history and illustrating them more or attack Nichol's free time and collaborate with her. I'm moving forward towards that infinite place called the future, what an adventure it will be.
Hmm... my life is mostly boring and I'm mostly satisfied, but not in the tamed numb kind of expectation one might have. I'm inspired by my position of living right now. There's so much wonder and thrill to embrace that I never dreamed of enjoying before, but that's the grace of age I suppose.
Spring is soo close, and I feel it in my bones. I have seeds to plant and some that are already growing.
The day after tomorrow I'm going to the high dessert to visit a sweet woman on her farm. She's got goats for the milking and baby goats for the taking, I wish I could take little Jack the goatling home with me, but unless he lives in my room there isn't much chance... plus there's zero chance of milking him. She's building a second chicken coop because of all the little chicklets that will grow to be hens making more eggs and every now and than an accidental chicklet. There will also be rich flowers and salty air, gorgeous sunsets and meditation. I love long drives right before the onset of Spring. It's my favorite time of year. I'm glad it's the season for growing.
In a week I have a very special super-secret anniversary. In two weeks maybe at last the world will permit I'll be able to get health insurance. In August my blessed sister will be coming home for a short period of time from her haven of hipness in New York. I should be going there, I think the time will be right in a year, I'll take the train out she'll be close to done with her master's program and we'll go giddy in sisterly love. It must be a terrible thing to not have awesome siblings to relate with, I'm glad I've never known a life absent of their love, craziness, and support.
I'm planning my next tattoo, but it'll be more than 6 months before I get it. I'm still excited. I've already decided it'll be my favorite one, I might even let it be in color. I haven't been painting nearly as much as I planned but now is a good time to remind myself how much I need art to survive. I also have to start writing more children's stories about people's history and illustrating them more or attack Nichol's free time and collaborate with her. I'm moving forward towards that infinite place called the future, what an adventure it will be.
Hmm... my life is mostly boring and I'm mostly satisfied, but not in the tamed numb kind of expectation one might have. I'm inspired by my position of living right now. There's so much wonder and thrill to embrace that I never dreamed of enjoying before, but that's the grace of age I suppose.
Spring is soo close, and I feel it in my bones. I have seeds to plant and some that are already growing.