journal.

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…