ace of wands.
butterfly season.
this is happening.
floatsam and jetsam from the changing tides:
(i'd like to thank tim kasher sufjan stevens lcd soundsystem modest mouse elliott smith the smiths neutral milk hotel beck etc for keeping the loosest of ends together.)
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do you have a springtime fire under your butt? |
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good bye baagan, you have brought me the people i need and i appreciate your role in my journey. |
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old roseville backyard. with boxer dog abbey. :) |
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a room of her own. |
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streets that feel good for us to wander: old houses and trees and rickety old cars. |
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scopin' local farms for inspiration. |
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long lost brothers. heeding the karmic clan's call of the farm ! |
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ahhh, sweet sweet cattail hollow. |
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it's been decided: we're the three most awkward humans, reunited. |
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the rebel alliance is strong at the farm. (jk. i can't even pretend to know what star wars affiliation this mask represents, but teddy will tell you.) |
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progress and work/progress and work. feelin' a little behind but always excited of what we're capable of together! i feel so obnoxious with my enthusiastic punctuation!! |
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feelin' saucy on the broad fork, a most beloved tool >--- see exclamation point. |
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some of the best days of my life have been lived here: i know what it's like to hunt a wild dream and call it forth. |
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goldfields? xoxo |
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the skies brought moisture and we marveled at it all. |
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we need a lot of wandering time. |
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tiny house. |
baby joe got married and i love my siblings:
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holding golden, my newest nephew, for the first time. xoxo |
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dad's happy. we're happy. :) :) can't wait to see everyone again. |
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selfie during a group photo, how else can i get a shot with the newest sweetest couple? |
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the contents of my 7 year old's backpack. |
fiduciary duty:
written permission.
date of marriage?
date of separation?
the pen spat in scratching strokes my cramped name.
remember that time i signed teddy away for adoption?
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tyler gave me a friend's coupon book. i think this is the first one i'll use. |
well, this feels sort of like that.
"isn't there anything i can just sign so we're done?"
tyler and i laugh with sad eyes. this is easily that hardest thing we've ever experienced together.
"no, not "i-e", it's "d-o-l-l-Y."
"oh, hehe, well, if you're going to get sued we better spell your name right!"
i start crying.
then laughing.
oh goddess i can't stop laughing.
i'm quickly slipping away into my wildest soul. i wince at the pain.
NO.
we will not be making lists of furnishings.
or expensive appliances.
we'll do this ourselves.
DIY DIY DIY DIY.
truth be told this is a hurt that i can't identify-
this is a hurt that empties the air from my lungs.
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waiting together for linky's first day. |
we communicate. we communicate like we know it's our only option getting through this systemic land-mind unscathed. underneath it all is true love, pure love. i love him so much i weep when i think of us truly parting, the way we've needed to for a while now..
it hurts. but we're here because we love each other. it's time to set the other free.
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linky's preschool (roseville community preschool, the mother of teddy's school next door) is never-never land. it makes my heart so happy to be there. |
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first day of preschool: success |
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always, though, will these be my favorite mornings and moments, when we meet at the park and co-parent. that will never change. |
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we will always find our own way to be the family that we are. |
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tiny house: so scary. but so right. |
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we love our new home. we rent a room in a little house, in a bustling, character-filled, old part of town. this ain't the suburbs. oohh, wait........... do i need to change the name of my blog? OMG. |
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local blue sights. |
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train watching. |
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old town roseville. |
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we walk to royer park, the creek, library, visit the coffee shop down the block where olive works. |
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beginning: chrid's room. ryan and i have april 7th birthdays. |
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i can't help it. these pictures make me laugh. |
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birthday morning in the er. i'm pissed. i wanted us to go hiking for our birthday but nooooo. |
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back to where we started. |
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thunder heads and cumulonimbus anvils and hail. happy birthday. |
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yes. this is much better. |
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a little pt reye's kind of celebration. |
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mount tam views. |
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the last scrubby bit kicked my behind. cleared the mind. |
folsom lake magic.
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humans are stronger in communities. |
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i come in grease. |
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what moving looks like. :) some dear old friends. |
i don't really know where i'm going, but i like where i'm headed.
xoxo
polly compost