Saturday, January 12, 2008

Intrigued by what is almost scene

Playing here.......intending to re turn to the rhythm of posting
and these daze writing is what calls to me to explore, refine and to discoverlearn


1.  beg - entering the oceanfront hotel to celebrate a birthday with a boyfriend who has vanished but may return.

2. middle - savoring both glasses of wine.....letting the movie of lunch unfold in slow motion.

3.  the photography show at the Santa Monica Airport. Interior ......he looks at the photos, she takes photos of the people looking at the photos and then a photographer takes a photo of her

1.  light magic like San Francisco or Carmel. The expectancy of holiday or a vista that is cleaner than Los Angeles....More moisture in the lighting and lightning too. Her step is lighter after the visit of the Swedes at new years.  She feels she glides inside an impressionist painting that honors this cool, sunny, day when she wears her green kilt for the first time.  

Thursday, January 03, 2008

post cleaver mis-adventure

Happy New Year

It seems like it has been lifetimes.

The leaver mayhem is, even now, still part of the matrix.
One of the main messages for 2007 is be seriously mindful about knives.

The knife is the ace of swords in Tarot. The gift of clarity. A theme of one of  my novels is listening.

The silver cleaver
slashes the air like a word
sharp, poignant tenure

I've missed being here.  2007 was a year of many detonates and not too many denudes.

My old computer ended its life with a gunshot sound.

The new one is still finding its way.............

May this year be fecund, fun and deeply abundantly fullfilling and healthy.
Let the magic continue.
Blessedly, thus far, it is being an auspicious year.