Buddha

I feel like a stalker, this man is too precious, honest, serene. He is also a complete pain in the ass. I miss him.

xo

today

While being ferried around tourist style to somewhere that I didn't want to go, I saw a street boy. He came up to the car window with a dirty rag to his mouth, which meant he was high on gasoline or glue. He tried a flip and fell on his back. It took him a minute to get up. Then he dislocated his shoulders in a grotesque plea. He put his face right against my window, shielding his eyes with his hand (was just tall enough to see in). I bent to mirror him, our expressions separated by a pane of glass and a short lifetime of experience: his small blank eyes, my ambivalent tears. We held our gaze and he flicked a smile that I could not decode. Waseem and Carmen in the car, tried to get my attention and spanish Agnes said "leave her alone". 

I feel like a water balloon, filling slowly for weeks, and suddenly pricked by two glassy brown pins.

xo

this time

Is special, according to some. We are approaching the winter solstice, which can be seen as the beginning of a new year. A Mayan cycle is ending, and from what I have heard; this is a time for letting things go and manifesting future glory! Combined with the consumer Christmas season, what a powerful paradox, right? Everywhere that I look are messages telling me to change this and buy that. 

What I want most of all to leave behind is this urge to consume. From what I put in my body to what I put on my bank card, I have a sneaky feeling that most of it is a big fat waste. What wolf am I feeding anyways?

I would like to create, and make do. I would like for the output to equal the input. That is all, please. :)

xo

foreshadow

"I have learned that physical suffering is the most endurable."

How are you now?

xo

more and more

I am noticing parallels between me and this beautiful Kitty, my great grandmother. 

xo

Who is bipolar bear frog prince?

I feel like I have been on a great big adventure for the past two years, ever since I lost my job, began seasonal work, festivals and car living, and met this character (among others). I think I am collecting chapters for a story. xo

soft spot

For kitties by windows. xo

festival five

Scott called it his restival, I read Jung and painted. These little crawlies were everywhere! xo

evolution of photo fodder

 from this,

To this!

I hope to capture more of the ladies.

xo

These days....

I finally have a project to work on! Doesn't even matter that it's not mine. xo

tattooesday

Well it's actually Wednesday, but I have had tattoos on the brain for many many months. The whale of my dreams is taking form on my back, a bigger endeavor than I had realized! Five hours of ink and it is not nearly done. I am so freaking eager to see it finished, while trying to be patient and enjoy the process. Ahh whale you teach me so much.

I am thinking about getting a hawk wing on my right forearm, unless I decide to spruce up my little dino instead. 

I want a mandala on my thigh.

I want I want I want.

xo

sometimes I feel

Like an antlered, prancing creature. What about you? xo

a lesson

I shelled some peas while everyone else went to a rad party. Then things took an unexpectedly whimsical turn. xo

focusing on

The Peripheral. xo

source?

I am beginning to notice a the following pattern; about once a year around springtime, I injure myself doing something totally mundane and ordinary. Examples? Holding a baby. A relaxed day hike. And most recently? SLEEPING. On what was supposed to be a ski and yoga filled visit to Bend, I awoke one morning with a badly swollen wrist and no good reason. Four days later and I am still popping Advil like candy, indulging in self-pity and wondering, what is the deal? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? And when will it get better? I can't even clip my fingernails without crying. Sheesh. 

Also, for the past 3 nights I have dreamed about cats, specifically sick cats who need my help. Too many sick kitties and I can't help them all. 

Meow.

xo

maddieonthings

this. xo

depravity

never sounded so sweet. xo

enamored

Lovely whales by Louise Jennison. I want one on my skin. xo

wings

I used to jump from the top of the steps with the big feather, furiously flapping. I think I flew just a little. xo

a timeline

It began with a sheep named may

I cleaned and carded

pedaled the wheel

spun the yarn

and knit this gorgeous hat

just kidding! 

here is the real one I made

it will look better when it has been washed.

xo