hoping that explosion was not related to the paper lantern that landed on the roof

happy birthday!
so many good friends and good music:
thank you
we get to do it all over again! better this time.
love more! more love! forgive more. slow down and be quiet more.
dance more. laugh more. pause more. allow more. stand up for what is important more.

day 298. banjo, sci fi dreams, and ambient sounds. i love you. you (you three people who read my blog) know who you are.

strawberry hookah

for the first time ever in my life i thought that sounded good.

what do you most desire? what are your dreams? what do you get to practice letting go? what are you so at peace with? what do you sew? what do you believe? what is humility?

song for today: castles made of sand

street cred

ha. i'm from santa cruz.

up there with clouds...

up there with clouds on the love scale are magnolia blossoms especially when you get your kid to smell them. your kid. imagine that. your kid is up there with clouds.
it's like the best teaching. how to get the most out of life. one flower, one sky at a time. was thinking about contrast- in that it is the stuff we don't want that helps define what we do want, it clears a space. and anyway, you can't fight it.
then we have moonlit clouds. we have northern lights and desert night skies. and lightning.and emptiness.

know what i hate more than death? the loss of someone alive. i dream about it.
letting go. no, i can't say i hate it. it's a part. do it all the time. freedom. trap. contrast. all those parts of us. heard today love comes in many forms. grace, forgiveness, and even in the double fuck you picture i poached off instagram.

words of the year

heteronormative
idiolect
#loveisazombie
kill my landlord
cousin

80's, 80's

the language of love

you know the neighborhood is going to shit when the christmas carolers come out

and i guess that i just don't know

sidewalk in front song

and then the rain stopped and it became quiet