open studios, off the map.

he kept her picture on his wall, went half crazy now and then.

i've been tumbling some love and some verses lately, just so you know...

so if it's raining, have to no regret.

time is passing faster than i have ever seen it pass before. everything lovely is happening. every time a month starts, its half way old before i even notice what the date is. i'm surprised there are enough journals in the world for me to write down the memories i have been making and the little things i have been noticing. the internet is hard to come by these days, but photos, and projects, and books, and cups of tea on windy porches are not. oh, and hot cider whiskey on the roof with lovely people and a bluegrass band and a sparkle butterfly kind of love and a full harvest moon. and a new apartment that reminds me of something old. and a motor scooter to scoot around on and find new ways of getting every where. and lots of letters, dropped in the blue box, and als0 waiting for me to open on my bed. and little dogs that miss people who aren't around. and a new digital camera with a little 35mm lens thats the "equivalent to the babe of my dreams." and a best friend who moved away, and a best friend who moved back. and a little two year old who knows my name is "dachul". and a little four year old who knows the meaning of the universe. and hot yoga that warms up my bones. and halloween costume preparation. and poems that make the most sense they ever could. and looney tunes. and, see, summer is just about over, faster than i've ever seen it leave.

get down on it.

yeip. excited.

(but abi, holt & james. will be sorely missed.)

say when.

creating spaces.

my heart to eternity.

august is happening so quickly. the next few weeks are packed up with lovely beautiful plans and friends and hopes and newness and shifting energy. the end of my the twentysecond year and the start of the twentythird.

burns like paper.

another one.

i want her to just be how humans are.

it'll drag me to your door.

in the towers of your honeycomb.

bon iver was somehow able to perfectly orchestrate his set with mother nature. light little sprinkles of rain throughout. because i don't think it would have been correct to drive to western massachusetts, sit on a hill in the middle of the woods and not have some rain fall while listening to this music that hearts knows so well. reflection, i guess. thousands and thousands of tiny mirrors. and then, at the end. when it started to pour. it all felt like magic or something else really enchanting. just like everything has seemed lately. there were a few people who i wished were there as well. because some specific parts or some specific songs remind me of some specific people. but i sent them some thoughts and hopes that they would notice. and so far, this is the best birthday present i have gotten this year. ;)

i know it well.

last night's secret adventure project was inspired by this guy. and ticking time. and the date... what would have been a very dear lady's 65th birthday.

the gathering of that lovely little group of friends from all over was a blessing in the complete opposite of a disguise.

gratitude to the stars and our honest intentions. which kept us safe and in good spirits. and filled with loving echos.

and i took you by the sleeve.

"it's very much like you to maybe be falling in love with someone who is about to leave."

down on my mind.

teensy and i are going to be listening to this on a blanket on some grass surrounded by like mindedness. on saturday.

(happy august. july was longer than usual. and for that i am very thankful.)

see the wisdom in stillness and silence

what an interestingly important little chunk of time.

giving up your heart.

i know.. i'm probably a little behind the times. but i just got the adele album. and it is really lovely. and she is really lovely. and that's all. loveliness.

you'll have to run or stay.

wilder than the wind.

wish he was you.

disappearing for the week. but i've got some good books, my journal, a special paper crane, my new dream catcher, an overabundant garden, some gifted bottles of wine, a few rolls of film, lots of thinking to absorb and a breezy back porch. so that's where i'll be.

the time being.

life lately.

stop making a fool out of me.

rip.

taken by the wind.

now he only breaks my heart.

i met this guy at the forrest hill cemetery when he was looking for this lady's grave so he could "do what he does."

i heard that you're settled down.

i don't know why... but this blog breaks my heart a bit.

when i look down, i look very sad.

i'm reading volume 1 right now. 1931-34. its perfect.

watch the sun come up.

can't really explain the magic that is drenched in the hours between 9:00am on july 7th and 4:00pm on july 8th.

what a life it must have been.

coin tosses in june had the outcomes i was betting on.

and so far, the ones in july have flipped in my favor, too.

somewhere around here.

happy day yesterday. hope the same.

the best that ever lived.

i'd like to suggest that you listen to and download this album, that you think about these words, that you read the lyrics of this song, again.., that you write down all the details of an old memory and that you absorb some vitamin d, preferably through the sunshine itself. (those are all the things that i just did...)

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

nobody knows how they are loved.

don't worry, my darling, the sun's coming up.

is everybody dreaming?

lovely little film.

i watched you disappear.

i waited until i set up my new sound system (thanks alex...) to play this song. perfect timing.

somewhere, waiting for me.

my photos are hanging up at canto 6 bakery. !!

if you be my star, i'll be your sky.

that wall is almost my favorite right now color.

that would be an honor.

you'll wake up one day and you're twenty-two.

this song maybe is everything i've been talking with my friends about lately. and i hope julie gets a tattoo that makes her think about what i means to only take a day.

love is a story they tell to you.

all this time with your heart in mine.

very same. very different. always. always.

there's a fire going out.

if you're feeling sad don't come near me.

i'm not the one.

Akasha (or Akash, Aakaashá, Ākāśa, आकाश) is the Sanskrit word meaning "aether" in both its elemental and metaphysical senses. In Hinduism, Akasha means the basis and essence of all things in the material world; the first material element created from the astral world (Air, Fire, Water, Earth are the other four in sequence). It is one of the Panchamahabhuta, or "five elements"; its main characteristic is Shabda (sound). In Sanskrit the word means "space", the very first element in creation. In Hindi and Gujarati, and many other Indian languages, the meaning of Akasha has been accepted as sky. Some exclude the fifth element, Akasha, because its existence cannot be perceived. Some believe that the combination of the four elements make up that which is Akasha, and that Akasha exists in every living creature in existence; without Akasha, there is no spirit, no soul, no magic.

you dreams are hard to sleep near.

eclipse.

tonight you're mine.

just needed to...

i get the blues every night.

new photographer friend. =)

do his hands in your hair feel a lot like a thing you believe in?

down to my bones.

i think i took this photo yesterday. i'm still not sure how i got to see it already. it doesn't really make sense to my mind.

when she does that.

"why is the world so small? it's like... 'can't a n*&^% get some elbow room in here?'" - priscilla aka wayne szalinski.

but will you love me tomorrow.

just as the sand made everything.

the grandmother's council.

waste the day so idly.

turn the world around.

on my fourth freeze pop of the day...

everything is stolen or borrowed.

what a life i lead when the sun comes up.

"all changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." - anatole france.

i slept through july.

and one minute before it turns 11 o'clock, the boy disappears down the hill and there goes another goodbye.

and i wonder what became of you.

In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote
in the driveway pulling away putting on your coat
in the ocean washing off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning

(repeat song, lately. it won't stop playing in my head.)

you found another way to tell the truth.

i am sitting outside drinking tea and reading old journals and looking at beautiful photographs.. and the night is a warm breeze... and it feels very lovely.

i can't keep up with my thoughts.

this.

and this.

and that.

and this.

and that.

and that.

and this.

and that.

oh yea, and this.

twist so fine.

sort of awesome.