coverings

i live in a place,

where dirt is covered by grass.

the grass is covered with clover,

which is covered with newly wet leaves.

they are covered partially by a house,

that is covered by trees,

that are reluctantly covered by fewer and fewer leaves.

i stepped out of my house,

to just be covered by the trees.

i stood beside a cat....

covered with fur.

i took off my cover of clothes,

then my cover of skin.

i removed my cover of flesh,

then the bones one by one.

i was uncovered

because the rain could not touch me

my house did not notice.

but the trees did,

and the cat gave a wink.

passing

today i went to the funeral of one of our families great patriarchs....while i did not know him all that well, i remember his face at every thanksgiving, his laugh, his jokes, his countenance...i remember his house when i was little with trinket from other lands, books from floor to ceiling, and oh the magnificent fan bike.....you know the stationary bikes they used to make with the giant fans for front tires....i remember it there by the back door leading to the pool where i learned to swim....i have memories of going over for swims after a long day of pilfering through the may's backyard. still smelling of grass and roses...i wore rose oil today for him....for her.

his house is the first memory i have of that weird ancient pull....there were maps, and globes, old books, rugs and the smell of knowledge.....he could have been a secret treasure chaser for all i knew, and that is what i thought at the time, looking back now, and hearing the stories his friends and family told of him, i think i may have been right in my assumption.

he had his own struggles like us all....like in all families we are all concerned for how so and so are doing, how they look better or worse this year, what they have gotten into, gotten out of....he was not immune to this, none of us are. i look at our family and i see so many of us fight with the same demons.... depression, mental balance, extremism..... etc.....etc.... the need to fill up a really big hole where there is a really big question....life is so grand. so much to learn, so much to see, so much to question, to process....and yet we only have this long, or that long to pass through. we collect what we can faces, names, memories, our story.....

so here is to his story.....the great "omniologist" himself....may your questions be answered. may your mind be full, and your heart be fuller.

and on a lighter note, i wish i could join the number of astute men who carry on his legacy, and grow a beard. not really but......i raise my cup to men with beards...!!!

just in case....

you were wondering....

i am here

you are there.

just in case

you were wondering......

it was in my eyes,

why should i say it now.

just in case

you were wondering.......

i havent given up

i just gave in.

just in case

you were wondering.......

im here,

you are there.

that time.

i am afraid....

when it is time,

i will be gone.

it will have passed,

i will have slept.

the dreams will have vanished

i will be gone.

tonight

will be full

of rain

and

fall.

wet leaves

paint cold earth.

somewhere

the wheels creak

and whine.

the fire embers glow.

babies sleep

to the sounds of

the river.

i dream

myself,

there.

getting older? really?

i dont know what sparked this, this weekend, but all of a sudden while ridding in the car i looked over into the rear view mirror to find a 31 year old starring back at me.....not with one of those 31 year old confident and comfortable looks, but a confused who the hell are you look....i quickly turned to my younger husband and asked....."do i look 31?" stupid question. he replies "well we look alot older than we did when we got married"

see the thing is i havent until recently even felt remotely over 15. granted i felt smarter than a 15 year old....but that is probably all in my head too, and in some ways i have probably dumbed down quite a bit from then. now a days i get tired easy, that has less to do with my age, and more to do with what my days consist of now. my body looks different all of a sudden, my face is shaping into something it has never been before....those laugh lines are finally setting in, and my once girlish figure is being replaced by the body of a mother of 2. i think i am ok with this, but it is a sort of new revelation, and last night it weighed heavy on me. i have always looked forward to getting older, enjoying the time passing, tasting every flavor of every moment. and the moments have come and gone, and i still have all the delicious tastes in my mouth. there are more to come, i know, but this is where i stop and look over the edge of something new, an evident shifting in my life. is this where womanhood starts, the moment we realize truly that we are not "girls" anymore? and i guess this comes sooner or later for others. where is my rite of passage, i need something substantial, something other than a grim face in a rear view mirror. i need flowers, and water, and dirt, fire, salt, earth, chanting, barefeet, and blood. i need women to surround me with stories of how they passed through, how they found their way, how they kept their sanity. because i am finding it harder and harder to makes sense of the things that i see everyday. for some reason i felt that age brought reason, and more sense to the things around. and maybe it will.....but right now i dont see a sitcom ending, a wrapping up and tying of neat bows at the end of 30 minutes of chaos.

i went to talk to a couple of high school students about character today, i was the object lesson of a talk they had had about assumptions we draw about peoples character according to their appearances...first off let me say the hall ways of a high school are about the scariest thing in the whole world.....i absolutely HATED high school...i havent been in one since i graduated, and today i just about had a nervous break down walking past rows of doors and lockers. once in the class it was a riot! my mother in law asked if i could come a talk to her students about experiences i have had with people drawing conclusions about me, and about life in general i guess.....first the students told me what they thought of me at first glance, the responses where hillarious!!!! i loved it! anything from a rocker, to druggie, to worker at spencers...hahahaha! then i pulled out my dreads that i recently cut off after 4 years.....that was just as funny.

it was good to look at them, break down some stereo-types, reinforce some others, and meet some really cool kids. we talked alot about challenging ourselves and each other to go beyond where we are now. how it really just takes one person in your life to believe you are more to help you realize that yourself. i have had the pleasure of having several people who chose to challenge me, and i hope there are more to come. we talked about cultural confines, and breaking down the barriers that our society builds up for us. always ask the hard questions! we talked about realizing our responsibility to ourselves, and the people around us. writing our own life stories, and enjoying others. i dont know if the students got much out of it, but it was exactly what i needed today to confirm that it aint over....i will keep aging, yes, but i still have lots of story to write, i still have lots to learn, i still have laughs to be had, and i hope as the years pass, and the laugh lines get deeper i will carry them with pride. i hope my energy levels keep up with my need to learn and grow, love and be loved. and when they dont keep up anymore i hope to be able to enjoy all of those moments too. we are loved right here and right now. wherever, whenever...may we never loose sight. it is what ties us to reality, it is what fills our cups, runs it over, and spills into others. a love bigger than us, a love brighter than us, a love we cant give ourselves. it is there, it is.

sighting.

"why did you have to have those eyes?"

i say to the stranger who just walked past....

really?

that face?

those marks?

the shape of those ears?

is it necessary?

to make other people....

with those little bits

that look so much like,

well..........

and in my head

a collage

with mental scissors,

a choppy half remembered picture.

that i dissect,

in random moments i have to spare.

the shape of the eyes

the curve of the chin

with razor in hand.

i would cut your hair like delilah.

but i would be left weak......

to the hills

i could see you

standing,

waiting.

full belly,

laughter just on the brink.

the old woman

with her balms

her

breath.

you welcome

like a mother

my weary,

broken

faith.

remind me.

testify.

your solid

solid

soul.

you are a boat

a vessel.

carry me gently,

honest,

to the core.

i am present.

fire

inside.

oldies but goodies

here are a few posts from previous blogs....

this first one is sort of nice because it is basically about what i am doing right now....back home in the mountains on a trip to see my girls....

what a lovely weekend...i was feeling the pull of the highway again, and jumped right .. many hitches, and complications. i decided to make a trip up to asheville to see a couple of my dearest sweetest yummiest friends. the highway is balm to my soul....i cant explain it, but i know some of you understand, and ill leave it at that....there is something to be said about driving so long that when you look up to the sky it starts to roll up in front of you too.....that is where i am home. i think clearer, i feel clearer, i LISTEN clearer....this last thing is the kicker. when i have no where else to go, except straight, no distractions, no expectations.....it is here that i must listen. and i always hear something.....things about being, about belonging, about enjoying, about submitting......ouch........giving up, letting go, reaching out, tucking in, burning off.....my car lurches to keep from catching on fire......so i drove up 20 to 26 where just out of spartanburg i see them......oh yes, them. the blueridge. my mother, my bed.......spring is starting to make her apearance very slowly.....little pink buds swish around on the scattered blooming trees.....and the rhododendrons that are always green sit like old cats swishing their tails along the broken hill sides. i am blood in a vein, i am a peice of drift wood in a river...and i have no choice but to move on.....even after 68 oz. of water i must drive on through the urge to well.....you know.so i met up with my sweet girls, and dove on out to ashville to stock up on yummy things to eat.....raw goodness at its finest.....ahhhhhhh......then off to meet my fabulously inginuitive, highly effecient, sweet cantaloup lovin’ feller friend jerud......for all the sweet asheville mama’s looking for a dude who will do you no wrong.....call me, and i will certianly pimp this one out......jerud put new tubes and tires on my bike, and outfitted me with a cute little bike rack on the back, and made all the wonderful adjustments it would need to make me a stylin’ cyclin’ mama......it was good to see him. and i learned all sorts of interesting things about calibrations, and gears, and angles.....did i mention he is an engineer?so from there back to the girly homefront where all the weight of the world sits just waiting to be un-loaded onto the backs of those who can carry it lightly, and gently for us....with out judgement, with out assumptions. my soul women.....the only thing missing was faryn....so girl, know you were missed.....we stayed out late, and woke up early to the sound of carla giggling about becky being on the couch.....im sure i looked funny with just my big ball of dreadlocks hanging out of the blankets....trying to block out the morning sun that was telling me it was time to wake up....."time for your superfood beck! wakey wakey!"we drove up to see mary’s new place they are working on.....it is absolutely beautiful....the view....well....i guess if i wanted to stare into the heart of the blue ridge every morning i guess it would be alright.....back to the house to piddle with nat’s hair, and go for a test ride on my newly pimped out bike....like butter on a hot knife.then it was time to greet my silvery friend again, and let it carry me back home to my family. and it did just that.....4 hours, and one bad cup of coffee later i twisted my weary muscle back into my house to find my 6 month old crawling across the floor to eat her daddy’s shoes.....and my 5 year old crawling over everything in her path to greet me.....rock sat big grin, messed up back.....glad to have someone there to put the baby to bed....so i did....i shifted skins, slid out of the fire suit that held me so tight....skin on spirit.....burning away the edges to expose only more edges........and floated up and down until i found my way into the skin that holds me so genlty most days.....the skin that feels like mine...the skin that looks like mine, the skin that sits sort of crooked, and wrinkles a little when i walk.....it can hold babies without waking them up to the sound of crackling ashes. and it hammocks the rage, hurt, and emmenseness that the fire suit lets drop so easliy.....this skin lets me sleep. this skin lets me feel gravity, it reminds me to eat when i am hungry, and that my kids need me. i like this skin......i need the other......both are beautiful, and i hope to honor Him with them both. they are not my own. here i am now......a long weekend past. still tired, and here i go

this next one is a blog for my girl ranny....the title....desperate housewives....

so that is what ranny and i have decided we are.....not in a television broadcast sort of way, but i see it as a i need my girlfriend to help me get through, non-dramatic, easy going, keep me from pulling out my hair sort of way. and Ranny is the perfect freind for this nasty nasty job of keeping me sane....i have yet to meet a more lovely mama who is so willing to take what ever life gives her, and make it sweet....she is not delusional, just a true optimist at her finest. i can call her most days, and within minutes one of us has packed up the kids, and has taken the very short walk from one house to the others....where no frontdoors are ever locked, and no knocks are neccesary. the next thing we know the kids have scurried off out the back door to climb in trees, or wreck a bedroom, and we dont hear from them until they are hungry or tired, or to show off the coolest new things they learned to do with jump-ropes....jun is inevitably scooting under foot, or slung over one of our hips, depending on who is making the salad for the day. we pass our time passing stories back and forth about all sort of randomness, from work, to backporch epiphanies....(bathroom epiphanies are more my forte’) but something important always gets said.....wether it is realised at the time or not....i always walk away from a day with Ranny feeling a little stronger, accepted, lighter, and most importantly loved......i am able to bounce any sort of idea off of her, with out any fear of judgement. and to boot she is one heck of a barista....!!!! mmmmmmmm.....a few years ago i posted a blog about finding our tribes as women.....it was based on this very pertinent article...http://www.mothering.com/articles/body_soul/inspiration/feed_soul_feed_kids.htmlwhile my idea of a tribe still was idealy picturesque of half naked women huddled daily around camp fire stirring a large pot of something perfumed with curry, or lugging babies, and baskets up mountians to gather berries, and collard greens, the truth of the matter is it was just going to look like me in my every day here in my house or someone elses....and that was ok. so i tried to find my tribe, met with various mothers on several occasions, tried to make time to start community.....but all of my attempts failed for one reason or another....i was not looking when Ranny and her girls turned into quite literally my tribe sisters....i am so grateful to have her in my life i have no way to expess it, other than to adore the time we have every couple days crafting, eating, laughing, and learning. so to Ranny my tribal chillin’, salad slingin’, coffee brewing, jive talkin’ chilli mama....you are precious to me....may we all find women in our lives to help us through, to help us see, and to make us laugh.....this is my prayer for us all....may we find our tribe.

this last one was a blog about worship

a couple of folks at the fellowship where we go on sundays called a great meeting of the minds a few months ago to discuss a gathering of the people to worship, oh yes i am going ot say it, JESUS! if you dont know me yet, i am in love with some jeshua!!! i will jump at any chance to tell you love stories about him and myself. but most of you who know me know i am not quick to jump into calling myself a "christian" either.....please dont be offended by that, i dont mean it in an offensive sort of way.....what i do find offensive is the churchianity that our culture is trying to sell to us as a plastic packaged form of something that may have at one time resembled something like true faith.....(becky steps down off of soapbox...)it makes my heart break to think of all of the folks who have utterly refused to even think through it because of the scars that have been left on them by the falacy of the modern church of jesus christ incorporated......anyways so we gathered to discuss a one night a month "worship" service where we could let the church use all of its gifts to worship Jesus.....i had the unbelievable chance to worship with chalk on a big ole piece of paper....i used to get my hand smacked for drawing in church, now i was getting to do it as a form of worship to the one i LOVE!!!! hellooooo....the whole place fell away, and it was just the spirit and me....it was telling me what to draw for it.....i could let go of any control i had over it, and let it be....by the time the music had faded, i was covered with chalk from head to toe.....and it felt like i had been hit by a holy mack truck.....there is no way to discribe what goes on in that place....you speak a new language, you feel a new way, you are transformed, the world falls away.....but i want to understand this in a fuller sence. we are made ot worship....whether we realise we are doing it or not....every breath we take, every cell that dies, and is replaced by a burst of new life, every thought, every groan of our soul.....we worship.....we cant escape it....we may not recognise it while it is happening....but we are, it is......i can not do anything without a backing force....i can not make my heart beat, i can not inhale to take my next breath, i can not keep my muscles on my bones by sheer will.....these things are not of me....every moment a master peice is being acted out on my body, on every body, in everything.....each second brings a new explosion of being, and in that, you got it......worship. it is the crying out of the creation to the creator.....expressnig itself as it is.....just how it is....we are.....i am not writting this to preach, if you dont believe Jeshua is the son of G*D , or even if you dont believe in a G*D, i am not a bible thumper....but this is my faith....that the Ancient of Ancients from past the edge of all, created, loved, manifested itself, taught, healed, sacrificed, and broke all the chains that bind us.....it doesnt have to make sence on a grand scale....actually sometimes i stand back, and laugh at it.....but it is beautiful.....and i accept this, because i can not deny it. the spirit of the Unfathomable has met me here gathered me up, and given me a place. and i will Worship............................................b.

i have found it!!!!

i have been searching for this blog for aver a year. when we got a new computer i lost all of my bookmarks, this being one of them...and when i did finally find the site i couldnt remember my password.....but aha!!!! thanks to nathalie, and her fabulousness i am back online, and can start blogging again....

gardens, and the such.

full with the dreams of newness.
pouring over the sides.

there are things growning deep here,
things we can not see
unless we dig deep.

but if we dig deep before it is time,
the roots will wither in the sun.
the leaves will turn yellow, and wilt.

so we let them be.
we wait it out.
we look forward.

another poem or two.

its too cold for me here.
too cold for the pieces of memories.
it is too cold for the thoughts
i have of you.
too cold for the dreams
i have at night.
when my feet are afraid of the floors
that bite at their toes,
i slink around a makeshift house
in socks....oh wretched things.
i sink deep into the shower,
and think of summer rains.
sand beneith my worn down feet,
and you dirty from head to toe
with mountian soil,
and road grit.

a new poem for faryn.

oh yes, another little bit of poetry....
i am pregnant.
nine weeks tomorrow...
i will have to write more about this when i have more energy, and i can keep my eyelids open for more than 30 seconds....off to lala land.zzzzz

just a little.....

its a cold tues. night here in flo town, nothing much going on...my family all tucked in our little drafty house, with the mice and the spiders....winter is saying hello to us all...
"christmas" is still lingering in the air....a little tree, lilli's little pieces of dry playdough stuck to the cofee table, and wedged in the weaves of the rug underneith it....hana is resting at my feet all curled in a nice little puppy ball....probably dreaming of barking (her favorite past time). rock and i have a movie to watch a little later about sand.
this week we have things to do around the home front...peices of rotten wood to fix, a pantry to finish, a fence to build, chlorophyl to wash off, dust bunnies to sweep, food to prepare, hugs to be had, kisses to trade, people to remember, friends to enjoy, and life in general to live to the fullest....well, we are still practicing the fine art of living...everyday a little more to understand about fullness, and emptyness....
i am looking at an itenerary for a trip to colorado come the begining of january....i am so very looking forward to meeting my dear friend sara (strong heart) for the first time in person....she has been such a great source of sweetness to me over the past year....so across the country i go to lock her hair up for her....and enjoy cups of tea, and stories, and smiles....

well, i will write more about all of this soon, now off to a sandy movie with my favorite person in the world.

im starting to feel again.

i just realised the other day that im starting to feel a bit more like myself after 3 months of seditives...im not normally one to take meds, but in this case, i realy needed to do something..i have been a bump on a log for weeks now, but i feel as though i an seeing a light at the end of this tunnel....im still gonna be on meds for a few more months, but my body seems to be adjusting to them now....whew...i still look like ive been smoking pot all day...(dry red eyes) and i drink more water than a hippo, but there is nothing wrong with a super dose of high quality h2o everyday. i drove out to hartsville and stayed a while which is something i havent had the courage or the gumption to do in a while, and today im meeting up with a friend for lunch...so even with the cold weather nipping at my heels, and 2 little pink pills everyday telling me i need to take a nap, im feeling like life is making a re-entrance...

thanksgiving was nice and peaceful this year....out to the farm for a taste of the country bumkinness that is the martin family, and then a drive out to dillon for a short visit at havens...poor lille has a had mean stomach virus over the holiday, and a resp. infection to boot...poor miss....she is doing much better now, and she is back to her normal crazyness....

and for jenny, i just got off the phone with you, and im lookign forward to ravioli, here is my blog...hahahahaha...love you chicky mama...

ok, im off to have lunch with the biggest grinner in the world...

bec.

simply fall....

its getting chilly outside...i went to the grocery today, and got the first rounds of hot chocolate....i think lilli is more excited than me..

i miss friends, i dream in warm colors, and i hope. life right now is a sleepy season....

i am quiet, i am thinking, i am thankfull...
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There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

endless numbered days.
iron and wine.

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poems ive left.

i wnated to do a copy paste of some of the poems i have sent out over the past few weeks before i lost them....

i am thinking of you with little wings...
whispering tunes of long ago.....
grey hazy stretch of highway....
you beside my heart,
beside the road.
caught on fire with sagebrush
and crimson from the inside out.
do you remember?
do you recall?
there was a time.
all of it, every little last feather still remains
"a poem to faryn"

all things present,
moving like water....
towards the essence of its being.
continually lulled onward,
towards an unseen all encompassing
place
time
being....
blood.
caught up in the current
roaming river undernieth,
free.
free.
free.
"poem for jeff"



thoughts of you,
tucked in with bits of orange,
and peices of goldenrod.
willlows bend,
changing of wind,
there you are
seeing in every direction.
the edges are seemless......
"thoughts on fall for gentle"


there is alot to tell about it all
but it is better held gently,
like water, or air....
always passing,
always flowing,
always aware of the way.
"what i wanted to tell karen"


that is all i can find right now, but im sure there are others lollygaggin around the internet , and i cant remember where i put them...hahhahaha..

new post new post new post....

yeah, im awful at this whole blog thing....
got off of work early today, im thinking a trip to hatsville is in the near future...
yesterday was my birhtday...i am completely brand new this year....someone once told me your body needs 7 years to completely regenerat new cells for you entire body....well hello mulitple of 7...this is my new year...
i have been battling a nasty stomach virus for the past 4-5 days....it hits me in the most inopportune times...as if there is a good time to have to bolt to the bathroom running like a penguin...but inevitable it gets me while driving in the car...uhggggg...i think i need to go on a raw diet for a few days till it subsides..
i have the zygote of a new song in the works, now it must make it past the men with the music....we are playing with mark mathis this weekend at the beach...ive seen him live a couple times, and he is lovely...im actually looking forward to hanging with his wife jessie she is such a cutiepie..
the kids from hartsville are coming in for the show, so it ought to be a good time...

so i have officially gotten the first few wiffs of fall in the air here in flo town....fall never last very long...we have hot summers, and cold winters, and that is about it...only seperated by a week of mellowness on both ends...both fall and spring wreck me...im a bundle of feelings and memories just sort of plopped on the floor for about a week.....a smell can trigger all sorts of things in my brain...that smell of decaying leaves, north wind, and dirt always takes me to the mountians...roaming with just enough clothing between me and the sky to keep me warm...barefooted walking over rabbit grass listening to the last song of the cicadas.....still warm outside, but harboring the faint smell of burning lumber in fireplaces tucked up in breezier parts of the hills...patchwork quilts thrown out haphazardly on the ground, and feelings....raw feelings.....
yep, its on its way, and i can feel my feet trying to run....right out of these shoes....onto soft places...tucked in trees and covered in moss....where the water in almost too cold to bathe in.

so here i am breathing in deep...one more time...exhale...inhale...exhale...
im off.

r.

a little bit goes a long way

i feel like my feet ahvent touched the ground since wed. night....to yoga, then to dinner, then to bed....my friend tami called me from willmington nc....and wanted me to come hang out with her and kelly, yet another lovely friend of mine....well tami has been in cali. for about a year now working as a traveling nurse, and living in a surf club thing...surfing to her hearts content, raising puppies, grilling dinners, attending weddings, driving across the country....you know tami stuff...and i got to see pics of all of it....i do love some tami....i havent seen kelly in about 2 years i guess.....she is a teacher around willmington, she lives in a freakin' castle on the inlet with the collest little couple. and of course there is roxy the wonder dog....woot woot...we went out to the beach and body surfed like 10 year olds for hours , and got sunburned.....then went into downtown will. and got stuck in a pub due to a nasty storm...so we had a few beers, and talked about life, and love, and hurt, and healing....all things that eventually come up in a conversation with kelly and tami....out of all of the people i have yet met on this planet these two lovely ladies are by far the most thought provoking people i have ever met....to see tami live in front of you is a lesson in life....to hear kelly speak honesty to you is like listening to the brutalness of the ocean, while being kissed by the foam on the beach....beautiful sisters...
so tonight we are heading back to the beach as a family...rock and lillian and i....we are going to stay at cherry grove for a few days with rocks whole family....ive been looking forward to this for some time now....i just got a call that i can rent a long board for the weekend from saltys, and im so excited i cant stand it....
so off we go...ill write more when we get back...

b.

lunch time at the stead.

im on my lunch break, and passing through on the way to yet another few hours of baked wonders....
last night i was gonna go to the gym to start arobics again, but the nastiest migraine got a hold of me and wouldnt let go....arggghhh....so i ended up going ot bed...rocky was watching a movie in the room, and i didnt even know it....i was soooo tired...i think i need to start up with some iron, and b12....so im gonna go to yoga tonight, and out with kathy, jerud, and carla afterwards....
jerud made me a funny little llama out of some wine corks the other day, i dont think rock was real keen on another guy leaving me trinkets....its been a long time since someone has left me something like that....but rock has no need to fear....even if it was a romantic gesture,(although im sure it was not) i would be completely oblivious....im not used to stuff like that..i think it made rock upset because he knows that i used to date a feller who would leave me trinkets like that all the time....peices of cloth, old bones, shells, fresh picked flowers....he was bit of a scavenger.....i understood that....so i appreciated it. i told rock about it, and i think to see someone else give me something was a bit threatening....or maybe im wrong....all i know is it was funny, and llamas are the best.
i might run out to hartsville today to see jessie, and mary....maybe do some belly dancing...
i really dont want to go back to work today, but alas....do everything as unto the lord....
bill our new pastor invited us over for dinner, im looking forward to whenever we do that, i feel like we would have lots ot talk about....
this past sunday they made an anouncement that they would be starting classes on dream interpretation, im exctied about that...i dream alot, so it would be nice to be able to get together with a group of people who could understand. i had a dream last night about an old friend, and a rally big building with lots of stairs...im always at the beach in my dreams lately it seems....and there was a sinead o connor concert involved...hahaha. im sure that last part has nothing to do with anything
alrighty, im off to "bake the world a better place"..har har har....yeah i think its cheesy...but that is our slogan...

till then.

sort of busy day

so its monday, and it was a sort of busy day...i didnt do everything i was supposed to according to my agenda in my head, but good enough for a moday...amen? rock of course was up at the crack of dawn doing everything i feel like i should be doing....making me feel a little well.....little...but that is alright...i dont think he means to make me feel like that, he just does things...
we went grocery shopping for the week, and that is always my favorite part of the week, im being serious actually....i get to go to the asian market, and that is my favorite place in florence....it smells like fish, and weird spices, and old fruit...hahaha...i know that doesnt sound appealing, but when you live in a town where everything looks the same, and feels the same, and oh yes even smells the same it is refreshing to walk into a place that smells slightly bad....and there are shlves and shelves of cans and bags and boxes that harbor strange symbols that i will probably never understand on them.....frozen bags of eel, and jars of what seems to be half eaten octopus....oh yes this is my favorite place....a whole wall of every kind of rice you can imagine, and packages of 100 chopsticks for $1.99....
it is a beautiful thing....
so from there we took hana to the vet for her third round of puppy shots....she is such a cool dog....while there we ran into a very mouthy dad and his three kids....ill leave it at that....im just posting that for my own rememberance sake....
we got home, and took naps....ahhhh sweet nap time...
then up to jim and rock in the middle of some secret society sort of meeting in the living room....i think they are realy a part of some masonic sort of thing....secret handshakes, funny hats, little cars, the works....jim if you are reading this buddy im on to you....
i cooked up some burritoes, and andy, jim, jeff, and michelle came for dinner, it was yummy....i love having a full table....things to keep my hands busy, and wine to drink....ahhhhh a good end to a monday.
so the dog is fed, bathed, and rolling on the couch...
lilli is fed, bathed, and trying real hard to convince us that sleep is over-rated...
rock is fed, un-bathed, and waiting for his wife to get off the damn computer....
and im fed, sort of stinky, and enjoying a few minutes of solitude.
tomorrow i think it will be tuesday.......
b.