bliss warrior

our hunting boots


we are off to dad's farm. he likes to call it a farm. 

this city boy that has built a lovely home on 100 acres
wears a cowboy hat and boots
plays on a tractor
has had ponds dug and stocked with fish so everytime you cast you catch
our family doesnt like to lose at anything

this city boy that likes to play cowboy and my saint of a stepmom are hosting us and our best friends for the weekend. hopefully, I won't forget the camera.

daffodils in my kitchen


Daffodils (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

it is your day, happy day
I know you feel it is special
all about you, as it should be
I bet you wore something pink

I wish I knew you better
your mannerisms

your scent
your likes, dislikes

just your ways

I really wish I knew you

your hands stand out in my mind
you dont even know about my curiosity about hands
I wonder if you wish you knew me

you are a culinary muse
you say you learned from your mom
or was it your stepmom
see how little I know

you must be special

he only chooses special women

I used to wonder

why

nothing can be worth it

the mood swings

hurt, however it comes to you
I know it comes to you

I dont wonder anymore
I listen with my eyes
sometimes I have to close my eyes though

there is a great sea wave under all of that
I sense it
afterall, you are of the sea

your fears are visible to me
so is that lonely childhood you hide
sad eyes, ready to cry

you dont have to pretend with me
I am cool
judgement doesnt live here

only a child's heart
wanting to know you
really know you

inspired by the ever beautiful, incense burning, headband wearing, magical rock painting, sassy skirt wearing, sea goddess, dancing mermaid...

now is the time to drink the expensive bottle of wine you have been saving

now is the time to put on your tennis shoes and start walking in nature

now is the time to buy the recycled bags to take to the grocery store

now is the time to get the pink streak in your hair

now is the time to tell him how much you love him

now is the time to forgive her

now is the time to open your heart to them, with no expectations

now is the time to breathe and just let it go

now is the time to get out the cowboy hat you have always loved

now is the time to listen to your intuition, always

now is the time to ask the questions before she is gone

now is the time to start a monthly card game with the women in the neighborhood

now is the time to buy those boots and wear them

now is the time to eat your birthday cake before dinner

now is the time to take those pictures of his hands

now is the time to leave the dishes and enjoy the company

now is the time to love your body and wear white

This performance gives me goosebumps.

The latest song I sing with the windows down.

Boogie on down to this coolness.

the words are resting in my belly

I cannot get them to awaken

another lesson in patience

wanting to be there

at that time, at that place

with you and that fireplace

the anticipation of the day

sealing the deal before the words were spoken

relaxed, even down to our jeans

our hippy photographer

his beat up old red pickup truck

dog treats on the dashboard and in the seat

traveling to covered bridges

walking through knee deep white magic

inspiring him with our visions of what we wanted to remember

the tshirt shop

owned by granola intellectuals

wanting to buy it on the spot

dogs, dogs, dogs

in every store, on every street

real dog people

the words came
just like that
all I had to do was change my headspace

happy valentine's day, sweetheart

for monday...

You are following a particular plan for a very specific reason. You may not yet be getting much by way of a result, but that doesn't mean you are making a mistake. Good things take time. Very good things take an awful lot of time. When you are standing on top of a mountain, it is easy to plot a route through the valley ahead. When you are down in those dales, it is hard to remember quite how far you could once see. Yet you are nearer now to your destination than you were before - jonathan cainer



power to the pisces,
Me

it is a beautiful day
crisp and cool 
the sun is shining so bright

the pond is glistening
the air has a hint of spring riding on its wings
pansies have been planted

we are rounding the corner
this mountain has almost been conquered
and here we stand

united, strong, wrapped together
awake, listening, being reborn
at ease in eachothers arms