the poppy vision

i am collector.

photos.
thoughts.
trinkets.
visions.
feathers.
rocks.


i plan on storing and documenting and sorting a lot more with this blog.

mornings, taking a turn watering the seeds. chrid has been keeping the plants quite content.

poppies bringing visions, clearing emotions like big orange explosions---

 facilitating the release of anger. :)

(i have many photos of chrid's middle finger. punk monk.)

we sought out the poppy like the poppy seeks out the sun. golden chalice of healing, the four petals capped by a green gnome-like calyx.

happiness on two wheels,

feeling so absurdly alive,

feeling every little thing

poppies,

(singing) the body electric

poppy don't care whether you think orange is too loud.

poppy bursting out of concrete

and then i get to play at preschool, visiting the wild spaces of childhood. J pulls me along and shows me her castle. i am barefoot, always rejuvenated from this raw energy of never never land.

watching children play is amazing. a girl gathers leaves, another digs in the sand, painting and songs all around. this is the magical creativity of childhood. i trust children and my own inner child.

over the fence to the big school, where i bring teddy lunch and spy on electric auto harps.... whhhhaaa??????

back to preschool: look how many i have!

mud trikes swings, the essences of a growing human being.

as seen at preschool

all of it whimsical and untarnished by cynicism.

so so so so so happy

then back to the big school to snag mr teddy.

his classroom has jars of affirmations. :)

rainbow warriors follow the visionary rainbow road. it curves and snakes in a radical way.

the heart leads the journey--

cattail is a dream work, a collaborative effort between myself and my two best friends.

this year ryan provided the green house frame and the pots

i brought along the growing medium and the gumption

chrid ordered the seeds.

community, we're better together.

what we do is nothing short of magic,

and i am thankful for them.

they came into my life last year like dream guides, meteorites, matching my wild stride--- little imps of chaos and creation-- hardly hesitating when i asked if they'd farm with me.

white rabbits i followed into real life fairy lands, brothers from past lives,

planting radical seeds--

we also eat girl scout cookies and watch the matrix.

they're both moving away and i'm thankful our rainbow roads crisscrossed when they did.

the girl who runs with wolves.

no car crew, busted VW that will clean out the modest coffers to get running. good thing bikes are so dreamy!!!!!

got whistled at today.

i know bikes are sexy but don't whistle at me.

the past year has had some bitter and some sweet,

but i know that healing comes--

so very thankful for an ex husband that i adore,

one who plays "no children" by the mountain goats when i come over.

tyler, i'm sorry.

tyler, thank you for loving me.
tyler, please keep emailing me all of your brilliant ideas.

off to that dreamworld where i pay attention
mermaid hunting for clues.

xo

p.c.