Shiraz

Glassface at Mickey's, drinking a Tranquila.

Lilypad flower I snagged canoeing.

I've kept my housewarming plant alive for two months. My house is finally organized to the best ability a five hour effort brings; a safe space for my dreams and adventures to take root. I need more canvas and a new pair of Nikes. But I've got hugs and smiles for friends and two good ears to listen, eyes to breathe. This drought of a summer suddenly shattered by a sexy suprise rainstorm to bring back that cool breeze and make the grass stop scratching my feet so hard. finding good balance. writing more, painting. happiness through loving others. collecting glass jars..not on purpose, but they're pretty and hard and fragile... no BPAs either. a clove cigarello and an iced coffee at Tenney park while the sun also rises. Learning about the absolute mortality of life and the heartbreaking beauty of it all. My Granny died, and I love her. Forgiving myself for my shortcomings, but me and myself, we're really just best friends. Crispy cool fresh sheets in my room with a window AC. Overwhelmed by options, possibilities and the need to give. Found my voice, seeking a score to set it to. Expression, inspiration. getting old old fashioned.

Vintage Blue Mason Jars

Puffy eyes from crying about Scott Walker not being recalled June 5th.