Another Winter Fetish Fleamarket come and gone. There's much to say about it- I believe it was my best one ever. Both Saturday and Sunday mornings, I attended a Naked Yoga class. I can't put into words yet how third-eye-opening it was. I need to find words for the visions I received, one at the end of each class as we were lying on our backs ( Read more... )

The night before my birthday, and I'm too twitchy to sleep. I'm not sure why. There are fun plans for tomorrow, but not like . . . not supremely exciting. Not like, Bob comes to visit or other far-away friends ( Read more... )