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8th February, 2019 Friday Well, tea is Earled and milked. Old Winter has come finally in the early bit of February just when it might have felt spring was warming sleeping colors. Last weekend sweet sun soaked and warmth flooded as I cherry picked the poo off my lawn while walking my lovely Wizard who […]

24th January, 2019 Thursday Tea is Black and Milked. Day was sun bright vibrant begging for embrace.  Sky’s blue swathed with filmy sheets of white curtained by the gray of this afternoon.  Warm.  Sweet.  Hint of spring still two months away.  Light lingers just a bit more every afternoon these days.  This far North light’s […]

23rd January, 2019 Wednesday Tea is black with milk today and wind is surging.  Cloud blanket has thinned to let that rare winter sun wash hinted colors through the monochrome of this Pacific Northwest January day.  This house rises from its roots in ground as a challenge to the wind.  The nights when currents rush […]

22nd January, 2019 Tuesday The monochrome of Winter has washed the landscape and me.  Its hard right now.  I love it here.  The headaches of nesting in this house are done and just when home  the cost has been very very dear.  And then there is Dear Cheeto who is fucking with the World and […]

24th December, 2018 Monday Well, my table is set with all the symbols of Christmas Pasts mixed with some for Christmas Present.  I will weave the tale of that tablecloth some time this week.  Its rich and wonderful and deep.  “Its a Wonderful Life” is playing on the tv and my Family is softly wending […]

21st December, 2018 It really is just being written moment to moment like these…May we all learn to live by Love in the Moment… Light and Love to all of You

20th December, 2018 Thursday   Whatever you need to find your Happy this season, may you find it with Peace, Love and Light…and lots of Giggle.  

18th December, 2018 Tuesday I do, I feel pretty haunted right now.  Things about my past, the pivotal moments, the stumbling acrosses, all seemed to have some centrifugal source at this point in the cycle of the year.  Dickens picked up on all this.  Not that I feel Scroogeish but I do feel that all […]

17th December, 2018 Monday Well, it is the Season.  And it is building here.  We have rimmed our rooms with dripping lights.  Dream Kite brought my father last night.  He burst in to my room to wake me up.  It was him and it wasn’t him.  He was rounder and much more full of bounding […]