Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…
Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…
Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.

I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness. 
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m  not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.


My house gleams like a jewel. 
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though 
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.




I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.

I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness. 
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m  not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.


My house gleams like a jewel. 
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though 
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.




I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.

I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness. 
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m  not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.


My house gleams like a jewel. 
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though 
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.




I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.

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Quan Yin

I am almost home.

My stomach is fluttery, I am 16 again.

These last hours we’re spending with the rest of the family,
This house filled with light and the smell of cigar smoke and
Soapy incense. The Monk sits tying his endless knots, chanting
And the salsa plays in the background. It all works. This world
Accommodates all things.

Last night they took us to an Indian/French fusion restaurant.
In this world, it all works. If you visit Deland, Fl. Go there.
Cress.

I can hardly breath I am so anxious to be home!

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Quan Yin

I am almost home.

My stomach is fluttery, I am 16 again.

These last hours we’re spending with the rest of the family,
This house filled with light and the smell of cigar smoke and
Soapy incense. The Monk sits tying his endless knots, chanting
And the salsa plays in the background. It all works. This world
Accommodates all things.

Last night they took us to an Indian/French fusion restaurant.
In this world, it all works. If you visit Deland, Fl. Go there.
Cress.

I can hardly breath I am so anxious to be home!

Drop Box

I’m anxious and cranky today. I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna!

I need to go home.

Last night the monk saw a ghost in the kitchen. I’ve been seeing it for days too.

Drop Box

I’m anxious and cranky today. I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna!

I need to go home.

Last night the monk saw a ghost in the kitchen. I’ve been seeing it for days too.

I paid my bet, though the Monk gave me the death look when the waitress came back and said they were out of blueberries and
For a moment I thought he might make me find another diner but he had mercy on me and settled for bananas after asking
If they would put the bananas in the batter but that if they did they had to be done a certain way or else the batter wouldn’t
Cook right.
I left her a good tip.

Today we went to FIT where they have a textile gallery right next to the botanical garden and the weather was just fine. It’s been
That way since we arrived. Still no rainstorm.
We enjoyed the exhibit of Latin American textiles and took a stroll through the garden afterwards.We saw big turtles in the lake, they swam up close looking for food.I’m ready to go home though I’m dreading the leaving.