quick follow up:

coconut creme does better at room temperature.
spirulina is growing. is it supposed to have those chunks?

the sole test of the validity of an idea is experiment.

today's experiments:

setting up the spirulina grow tank
coconut creme sunflower seed curry vs coconut oil red chile flax raw chocolate 

upcoming:

worm bin vs. compost
juice diet

i left the festival to spend the solar eclipse with my family, on a sandstone fin, at a picnic table, drinking wine, eating grilled vegetables and fresh strawberries.  the 4 year old boys pretended they were mammoth hunters and i was reminded of the toad shaman who said children are the best medicine.

balancing narcissism with beauty, intelligence and change with contented-ness and peace, technology with natural sustainability.

a rattlesnake tail in the sun. bats at dusk. stars.

Everything is New

For a week, I decided to stop denying.  I turned off the justifications and allowed myself to admit depression.  I broke up with my lover, went into the woods alone, and ate meat.   

Sitting on a cliff, waiting for the moon to rise, I swayed on the rock to beautiful music. I swam naked in the creek and dozed in the sun.

Everything is new.

folk singin'

oh i'm walking through the dark on this long and lonesome path
thinkin to myself why don't it ever seem to last?
and there's no where in the world that i would rather be
it's just i get damn tired of feelin' so lonely

well i know god is beside me as i stroll under the sky
and the thought it brings me comfort as i hang my head to cry
while the angels trail behind me i don't ever hear them talk
i just wish that you were beside me on this lonesome walk

well it aint that i'm afraid to be on my own
i do it all the time and i enjoy bein' alone
it's just not having someone i love to share the night
the moon and the stars you know they don't shine as bright

why riding bike is better than driving car:
1. hear the creek rushing by the road
2. peepers
3. the moon over the ridge
4. air smells like mountains

my women love moves like
the light on the lake
during a downhill
of the bike ride home.
such a memory from times past
or to come
the evening before when a friend says
she saw me as an older woman.

braid falls forward and the wind sings.
willows have new growth and frogs peep.

3037

I was playing with writing a scifi book 4 years ago and my hard drive crashed. I've decided to pick it up again and have a goal of writing an entry each day for a month. Here is the ongoing experiment.

one poem

what i want
most,
is to capture the whole universe in one poem
to encapsulate the
perfectionbeautytruth sadjoy of
the indian paintbrush blooming,
the delicate white desert flowers made transparent
by the setting sun,
the morning sun rays breaking through the clouds
over a bike ride side
wetland filled with birds
the smell of blossoming trees downtown
at night.

i want to convey my bedrock faith
and naked gratitude
that is the essence of all that i am,
in this one poem.

the valley was wild today
meadow wind whipping in a way that calls forever forward
the next turn, the next valley, the next ridge.
all the magpies and canyon wrens were silent,
cozied away in their protected crannies.

deep in my veins and bones the force of life sang strong
of my own wildness and ill regard for propriety or calm
the wind as destruction as creation as true aliveness.