And then there was...

Rivet Head Boot Stomper....
Listening to Haujobb. Its getting Dark. its time to think.
Think.
Think.
think.....
Its time to reset, reboot, recharge.
Odd to integrate old life into new.. old beautiful pieces into new life and make it all one.
So, Isaac left. But I knew he would. I knew we wouldn't make it when I was talking more and more to the people here and less and less to him. :/ but hey. He will be happy, and so will I - i know this. I am so happy for him and proud of him for doing what he does. We tried.. ish. Too different, but from the same dirt..

And Onto Candlebox.. 10,000 Horses...

Skies so wide the dreamer..
'skies so wide the dreamer does face...
any direction seems like eternity...
and all mole hills become mountains.. and all winds become new direction...
all experience builds beauty'

Need more inspiration about the shop.. need to suck it up and put on my big girl pants and rivet boots and get to massive work on my biggest project outside of Maggie in my life..
Cutting back on all and everything. No frills much anymore. The support of another is not to be taken lightly, and this I know. Not to mention.. we really dont need much. As long as the bills are paid, we're good. Im looking forward to the expansion in this. The blooming of my soul again, on my own.. the endless search of self. This pretty thing that is wanted but never touched. Seems the only person on this planet I have ever been emotionally available for is Magdelana Greenleigh. Blame it on my mother, my childhood, the males.. whatever. I have a depth few can reach and none can touch.. save the archer at one time. yea.. blame it on the males.
Looking forward to finding that one person to connect with on a spiritual soul level. Fish.. Two lost souls swimming in a fish Bowl, year after year...
I must be comfortable here, I have emotion. I have a pull I can feel. in these, the times of quiet and dark, the pull dances within my chest. The pull sings my arms to air, holds my bones to desert moon.. 'dry dusty desert moon, silent, slippery wet moon..' silly thing, see what you've done?
33.. double number.. never have looked at it, Past my mother's beauty. Past my joy space with her. Im a big girl now, with a host of memories-crying-tears and painted bubble smiles. My laughter rings true with a rhythmic sounds or insane children and fast motors. My Laughter sings true in hot hair flattened pennies and daydreamed futures regardless of form. Things held solid work in fire wood, kitchen joy and traditions in family. Coffee in morning porch chairs, chickens henning around, and kisses so sweet.
'I can cook for you every day of your LIFE...' she said as her eyes pleaded, 'I am SO good at Everything I do.. why can't you just stay a little longer? Why can't you just manifest real? All of my dreams and comfort resides on your hands and in our journey - where ARE you? When it's bedtime, why can I not sleep in your arms..' She thought of his eyes, his smile, his voice.. She reminisced on memories yet to be made, family, tradition, pride of her Man.... the pride and love in his eyes reflected to her.. the gentleness in his strong hands.. in all things from the children to their bed. So she sat down, and waited. She knew he would come....
Foot work, Knocking on doors as Mike Dooley Says.
Yes.. and I continue on. But will someone please introduce me to my future already? To my one and all, to my comfort and joy, painfully loving to sorrow and fear. All locked into one..
Cheryl Crow asks 'are you strong enough to be my man?'
Well.. Are you?
...wherever you are.


Shop. Must think on Shop. Magic, Magic, Magic.. and Beauty. Shop.
*sigh* yes. I have all opportunity, and I am grateful and Blessed for it. And I have promised my Opportunity that I will work 150% harder to get it rite and wonderful. And so I go on..
And For all of it, I am grateful.