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an excerpt from my new moon deep creek adventure

a taste of how we got so very, very, very lost in the treacherous and un-moonlit mojave mountains...

for the frisky girls...

boogie down dance happy me

trailing the weirded-out heels of a stranger still day

i took to singing and mugging and mangling the every insanely beautiful lyric that is my favorite secret song, serenaded unto me a week before by a bewitching leo with itinerant leanings and a yen for checking out. and so, his song remains anonymous, lest i sully his semi-sparkling reputation by dropping his super special name. safe travels, friend.

sunshine, spiders and surprises every which way

i was lounging poolside at my favorite shaman's echo park hideaway when a fly deposited half a spider carcass on my thigh.

the front half.

an offering.

(i realize the portrait is fuzzy. trust me. it's a spider face with two legs plus partial thorax.)

while gazing up at the towering teddy bear bamboo, floating naked under the slipping down sunshine, i pondered the hard-wired programming of happily ever after, the insidious ways it seeps into our relating, and the dwindling rays on my body, the outstretched arms of the largest male energetic force on our planet gifting me the awareness of my own form by way of it's happy, healing heat.

thank you, sunshine.

thank you, teddy bear bamboo.

thank you, mind control unraveling.

i'd been feeling a shift toward the carniverous. what i was actually craving was raw meat - organic, grass-fed, twice-blessed bison. still, i hadn't taken steps to manifest said flesh.

my favorite part-time genie joined me for a sunset jacuzzi bearing stories and sparkle and change and insight. and dinner.

raw, organic, grass fed, twice-blessed bison.

yum.

the next day, i had a flashing thought of the itinerant leo with the great, big beautiful mind, the rebellious spirit and the poet's soul. a second later he texted.

whatcha' doin?

we were entwined by nightfall, trading words and kisses and perspectives, testing the waters of intimacy while gesticulating wildly. i slipped out of his arms early to clear my mind, taking note of the black widow dangling beneath the altar which was draped with a dusty shipibo ayahuasca tapestry, wondering what it all means.

Vipassana's a Sham

There is a theme. An energy is infusing my day, paving its own way, inspiring me to weave some words to say: Non-action ain't all that.

My reasons are threefold:

1. I spent the day cultivating a serious thirst. Said thirst may have even been more accurately described as dehydration (especially unwise in light of this fourth day of fasting - yet, I'll save the trials and tribulations of voluntary starvation for another time). Steeped in the teachings of Vipassana, I observed this thirst; I felt it fully, allowing it it's full expression. My thirst did not dissipate. My thirst did not gracefully slip away into the ethers of like sankaras. I surrendered to it's clawing call, lips chapped, skin scaly, broke down and drank some frickin' water.

Problem solved.

2. I noticed a familiar pressure building in my bladder. Again, I observed. I breathed into the expansive fullness in my second chakra region, only to discover that the longer I sat with it, the more it grew. Again, I threw my vipassana out the window, and peed.

Instant relief.

3. An unsightly bump erupted on my chin. I let it do its thing for a day or so, allowing the blemish its own expression of itself without judgment or prodding. Still, Thursday's television taping stint loomed loudly in the back of my brain. I broke down and squeezed. An hour after the fact, having bathed the broken bump in a blessed alchemical combination of Ascended Health's Triple Skin Healing Oil and Hydrogen Peroxide, there is no trace of this morning's blemish.

I'm thinking to skip this year's ten-day sit.

rules, rules, everywhere rules...