Namaste cult of blog On April 20, 2012 Tim and I marched down to City Hall and agreed. Yes! That makes me Mrs. Gretchen. You heard correctly... wifed. It's been pretty low key in these parts recently for a few causes. Coincidentally, the love of my life actually grew up in the same neighborhood as I did. While neither of us were born in this particular north-western Connecticut suburb of mystery, humans hunt for chatter. Let me tell you. Most...
Namaste blog tribe Please forgive the last few silent days. While just a few months back I landed in my current residence, as I mentioned a few days ago... it's move time. Inwood or bust. New apartment = puppies arrival. And since Richard Branson weaked out and clearly isn't going to help me out, it appears I'm on my own with this one. So to be true, for the past four days I have thought nothing but "APARTMENT!" I don't have any money to move......
Namaste cult of blog In case you don't notice... I have been obsessed with The Reign of Kindo for three days now. Two tracks in particular. Tim put me on. There on the right. He's an amazing driver / photographer / etc and the pair of us attract a slew of questions lately. and still they keep dancing on just as though you don't have a say. and the choice of routine or song isn't better that way. this what happens when you realize you're not in...
Namaste blog tribe Once upon a time this was "published" in a land that no longer exists, in a galaxy far... far away. Enjoy. One day it will be a book, and what not. I love you. The Wish of a Curse I agree to be hypnotized. I believe going deeper might slow my tapping foot. My left foot is always the first thing to unfold. My face gives nothing away. Tennessee says horrible things about me. She waits to hear the clang of my car door after work...
Namaste blog tribe Can you believe it's been over two weeks since I've shared anything other than poetry? Me? The daily blog-ette... Something must be up. In the middle of "something" being up. Sleepless nights. A lot of kissing. Love. Novel. Amazing job. New York City. Chaos. Tears. Spring. Bouncing. I received a poem from a brother of mine... "Felt Thoughts" I read your thoughts and think. You are the definition of soul searcher: non stop,...