Here you will find random musings, and little adventures.
Maybe some big adventures too, who knows!
All moths love the moon. It is their strongest desire to reach it. They spend all day resting, so that when the night falls and the moon is risen, they can put all their efforts to lift upwards, higher and closer to it’s light.
There is Something in your closet.
Are you afraid of it?
Most grown-ups are, that’s why they say that it isn’t there, or under the bed, or just behind the door. But it is, and I can tell you how not to be afraid of it.
Once there was an ugly duckling,
but first there was an egg,
in a nest,
on a marsh,
with a mother,
...who was dying.
When our ‘guide’ said suddenly ‘We can set up anywhere we like now, but I think a little further down is nicer.” I had a sort of double take. This is where we would be spending the night?
The scenery was profoundly different than what we are used to.
With the expectation that we’ll do future travels, we decided to go all in on our first experience...
I passed under the bridge and realized we’d have to head quite a bit north to be able to access it by foot, so I plotted a path on google before we ventured forth
Really, the whole experience was pretty innocent, but for me it was also pretty momentous.
We walked around the hedge onto a candle lit boardwalk flanked by two reflective pools and overlooking the beach, the ocean, and the golden clouds on the horizon.
The physical exertion of the hike, being in nature, and the active water made this the most ideal celebration for Alika so far.
Really we are all god already, and the forms we take are a bit of a hindrance in tapping into that inner divinity.
In my gradiose dreams, I’d expected to be cleaning feces out of cages, and felt like I couldn’t have been given a job further from the actual zookeeping.
... is perhaps my favorite furniture in the space. I love the tone, the shape, and the comfort!
Mostly I've been playing housewife, and I do rather enjoy it. I'm sure I'd go a bit mad after too long, but for now it's nice...
While Lenin, Rapunzel, and Waiting for the Interurban (among many others) are readily featured, here are some lesser known works of art within a half mile of our apartment.
I'd made a playlist of songs to sing along to, but ended up just enjoying my own company the entire trip.
As true generosity
Fills the bowl with gifts.
...the time has come to heed the words of Max after three spreads of marching, swinging from trees, and howling at the moon with Wild Things. "Now stop!"
Meant to be this way
Abandoned before complete
Or work in progress?
An abandoned shoe
What happened to the wearer?
Dark steps descending
My fella’ was determined to find an alternate cause and made me promise to see a doctor about it.
Bitter wind wicks warmth
From flesh as a greedy child
Steals frosting from cake
Even without a job lined up, or the house sold, it’s time to get things in motion.
The sleigh is fallen,
Santa no where to be seen.
Just suspicious deer.
This has been my longest running worship, and it's nice to see how it evolves, and how it stays the same.
Racing from the sky,
all quietly determined
to find the best seat.
I suppose it's a bit unconventional that we moved in together after we'd broken up, and stayed housemates for longer than we'd dated.
This winter morning
a telephone line gets chilled
and dons a new scarf.
This is a sudden jump in the timeline that I’d anticipated, which is just a bit nerve wracking, but far more exciting.