soft grey rabbit parental faux pas.

environment:\soft grey rabbit
a burnt man gone arye. maybe next year deary

i have returned to the east, i landed in toronto on tuesday and will be face painting outside the greenpeace boat over the weekend. my long range plan is to work here unitl novemeber when i get laid off. hoping to make a trip to ottawa then ( with your computer, now i am using gpc as my pals bsmt appartment has no signal)
i want to save enought money by sleeping on peoples couches to get a car to live in. but a new opportunity may arise for a empowerment therapy to help me get creative that may keep me in t-dot for 20 weeks (at least on mondays)
i understand how life can be & i feel blessed to know you and be involved in your plans, even when they fall apart at the seams ( it happens to everyone)
thanks for the kiss and have a squeeze for fantastic youself
much love and longing until we next meet up on the physical plane.
xoxo,smf

baha-usa-mexixo

location: dabar 82 whyte ave
environment: auqustic gleannings and overhearing. poodles of wet rain pool. sparkels & doorbells

listening while cramming my coffee. "50% of electricity is lost int transmission."
i hear consume local electricity. what natural geographical source is powering my networking
heart aflutter.
bladder bursting
mind spinning

familiar and far

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but i did think about you a lot today. i scaped the land, pulled weeds, raked gravel at a musuem. it was an avaiation-automobile-agirbusiness historical musee
i was under a snowbird airplane today with rake and a few by-planes above in the living sky. sometimes i would do hand stands in the grass when no one was looking. it was very enjoyable. especially when a small child asked me about it, like i (the girl raking stones) was part of the exhibit. i, not being a plane expert asked him to answer his own questions. and he showed me his eyes. one was blue the other both golden brown adn blus, exavctically seametrical. whoa. he said this eyelid was fused togeteher with electricity. it was a great story.
yesterday i got a asked out on a diner date by a couple. i put my best dress on but then invited others along because i was nervous. to be alone;ummm to start something i would just leave later, no matter how good. i left them after a flattered a polite decline., i am making plans to leave here soon. hopefully to the dessert.
i saw the norther lights the first time, dim. but alive
smile.smf

saskatoon berries from the vine

location:dabar

environment:cafinated and healing

where i learned to be a horse womyn. waterton lakes nation pk. 2 mountains north of montana. deers muching on lawns to the point of fensing in flower boxes. inviting myself behind the line at the concession for a bag of popcorn even when the snack bar was closed. marching in time with my pulse as i pull my will towards the peak. the sun is close to my face and i am planting a flag of feeling on my first mountian. using safety pins to attach a suit and tie to become the idiot string of my cowboy hat. lost lonce on a death grip gallop but recovered by a generous hero. realizing that i have countless rolemodels revolving in the inspirational segment of my days. useing the tools at hand. the feet touching the earth. picking mountain yarrow and chewing the flowers. discoving wormwood sage and it's medicinal properties. snacking on thimble and elderberries. feeling the freedom of the flying petals of the creekside wildflowers. rubbing at my calused palm, with it's saddlehorn imprint. loving the pain and speed.