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gettin’ real.

let’s get real. real fuckin’ real. i have been studying internal martial arts for about a month’s time and i feel so very different inside and out. mind and heart and spirit and body. just today i felt flowy instead of stiff or robotic as we performed some gentle stretches…

Posted on June 6, 2018June 6, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

this dream. this cat.

make my bed out of wonder bread, spread some mustard upon my head. don't want no onions or sauerkraut, mamma, hold on to the bun baby, work it on out. i'm a chilidog. * so there was this dream. this dream wherein i was driving a road car, long lean body…

Posted on May 28, 2018May 28, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

and he said “amen.”

i was gonna tell you about the internal martial arts class i have been attending and what it is doing for my body and my mind and my very inner being. i was gonna tell you how i am no longer powerless because that would mean i am giving my power away and i'm learning…

Posted on May 20, 2018May 24, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

“almost” doesn’t count.

much of the snow has melted, and there is a clear path [albeit muddy] up coyote hill to the garden plot. brussel sprouts and cabbages and jalapeños have sprouted in trays under the basement grow light. the animals can now run freely around the yard and track hardly any mud…

Posted on May 1, 2018May 1, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

and then there were six.

strange how the shift into daylight savings time bringing about late evening light gives alaskans a reason to stay out and about later in the day. as usual, we discussed the book and jumped right into our light-hearted solving of all the world's problems. **********

Posted on April 4, 2018April 4, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

these days.

a whole-lotta baking and jumping-and-running and having to answer to the clock. that's how these days have gone, lately. i am ready to plant my ass and sip some chai and flip through the pages of magazines stacked at my spot at the table, knit some fine wool into fingerless mitts for…

Posted on March 30, 2018March 30, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

out again, him and me.

we have found ourselves out in the snow. again. mountain milo is courageously snowshoe'ing with his pack. again. and once with me, him and me alone. mister jones 'shoed up the hill after we had been out for about an hour's time, citing "the dogs wanted to come snowshoe'ing." truth be told,…

Posted on March 19, 2018March 19, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

these are the days.

these days. these are the days i find myself often saying. deep fresh snow, more hours of daylight, and time to do as i wish when i wish. today, mister jones slept-in instead of waking at 3:30 to swim his three nautical miles at the pool. after time spent together in…

Posted on March 6, 2018March 6, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

the art of paying attention.

it seems that the one thing causing our heartache when a loved one exits this earthly sphere is there's so much more we wanted to ask......there's so much more we wanted to say. a couple weeks ago, while selecting art supplies, the gal assisting me with my purchases told me how…

Posted on February 25, 2018February 25, 2018 by angelojones by angelojones

keeping the earth on my left.

while shopping at the one and only true art store in the grand state of alaska, this escoda brush called me to it. yes, please, and thank you. i gifted it some new cold press pads. and for my soul, a sheet of arches 140 lb watercolour paper. this…

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