I'm back!

A drone

A suitcase

Not enough of us

Too many of us

A bird

A light

A candle

A moment

A breath

An iambic pentameter

Of waiting

Rocking

Holding

Reaching

Burn incense

Put oil on your feet

Forget what is hidden inside us

Invite someone over to smell the smoke and feel the flames of the fire;on their cheek

WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES

by Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press)

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."

I have a blog :)

I don't know why I stopped writing my blog. perhaps I was too overwhelmed with social media. Perhaps it was a family member finding out I went on a trip with my mother and harassing me about it. Perhaps I thought I had nothing to offer- no focus- but f' it- Namaste Bitches.

I have a blog and Ill blog if I want to.   I am mostly now interested in birds and clouds and quiet- slowness. and looking for someone with a Winnebago like this one- or a silver liner- I want to visit all the state parks, I'd look good in a park ranger hat.  http://www.wearesuperfamous.com/tag/streamliner/

I have nothing to sell... I am not that good with computers and I don't want to work anymore.... any ideas? 

wow. it's been awhile- since I last posted I have been to Italy and France, and started a Burlesque duo... next up a live dating show at Collaboraction's new space in the Flat Iron building with Marc Smith! Shameless self promotion! and no more whining!!

This needs updating...

time traveling

Collaborating for several months on the interdisciplinary project the "Saint and the Imp" with a musician, and several other artists, has been challenging, inspiring and I have learned a lot... Especially about how I feel about narrative and linear story lines... I am taking the spirit of the time traveler and going back in time to live in a medevil convent in Italy for a bit, as well as next to some roman ruins and the sea in France... I will eat a cheese a day and reflect on the conflict or my internal and external desires as Saint Therese did..

I will read Proust and Stein... and not shave my legs... I will be a sponge and only talk minimally but let my senses me overwhelmed...

and then.... I like to steal the bride and groom when they are finally drunk and take them into said photo booth, in which they payed for- because it is such a rad addition to any wedding - especially when the bride is more image crazy than myself- and give them all the love I can in four gremlin like attempts.