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the winds blew hard this week, hard enough to make me believe they were those ever alarming, ever exciting winds of change. this past week has been interesting, realistic, maturing, and cleansing. it was a good time to spend alone, filtering, sorting, giving, receiving. communicating, becoming, imagining. there's more to come, there always has been and there always will be. sometimes i suddenly realize how insanely easy everything is when you just stop your conscious mind and let the tide flow. carrie and i revelled tonight about how life is nothing but wierder and weirder every single day that goes by. and we wouldn't have it any other way.
never had to think twice, always knew my home was in paradise.
my baby's home in 5 days.
likes: dark clouds at dusk. murals by j garcia. wooden beads. natalie dee. burt's bees products. court square. pure clean love. puddles. laughing. anything made out of glass. my man calling me from sanfran.
dislikes: aching for festie weather. unsettling news. dirty windshields. my birthday. my sweet tooth. getting up early. chapped knuckles. string cheese not touring anywhere near new england. my man being in sanfran.
never had to think twice, always knew my home was in paradise.
my baby's home in 5 days.
likes: dark clouds at dusk. murals by j garcia. wooden beads. natalie dee. burt's bees products. court square. pure clean love. puddles. laughing. anything made out of glass. my man calling me from sanfran.
dislikes: aching for festie weather. unsettling news. dirty windshields. my birthday. my sweet tooth. getting up early. chapped knuckles. string cheese not touring anywhere near new england. my man being in sanfran.