SNOWING * * *

Today it snowed spring. It really did.


I ran outside assuming it was ash from a wildfire, or a house fire, or a spirit fire.


The sky showed a yellow haze.

Suspicious.


Smelling hard for charred remnants…

I detected Jasmine.

Looking deep ~ with my most penetrating gaze…

I saw dander a la’ dandelion.

Reaching ~ just to make sure…

I caught a dry rose petal lost on the wind.


But what of the haze?

The suspicious yellow haze?


Pollen

Nation.

the bees must be busy.

What to do in the case of a BOOGIE MAN.

The question has arisen more than once recently:
“Is it safe to go hiking alone?”

My response to this:
“Why? Because of Mountain Lions?”

And to this, the reply:
“Well, no…because of ‘OTHER THINGS’.”

I was unaware the “boogie man” had been in such high demand.

~ ~ ~

Having never myself been afraid of the "boogieman" I forgot about the subject and went for a hike this afternoon. Needing to shake out my restless mind...I went steep, panted deeply and enjoyed lush narrow trails and curvaceous foothills.

But my mind, in its stubborn restlessness, revisited the former subject.

“Hmm?”…Thought I.

In the same moment a very large man approached from the incline above. He looked questionable, like he might be one of the “boogie men.”

Quickly I fantasized about what to do should he decide to pull off his “I’m just a normal guy going for a walk” - mask.

Unarmed I had to think fast. And I did. I decided I would ferociously grab a large bunch of poison oak (growing in bounty everywhere) and smear it in his face. HA! That would show him. ~ Except for the part where he could just as easily smear it in mine, which would make us even...except for the concern about him weighing 150lbs more than me, which in turn - put me back in the “at risk” category.

Meanwhile the “boogie man” and I crossed paths, said a friendly "hello" and continued on our way.

I had to revise my plan…

I determined myself NOT to be the poison-oak-smearing-in-a-strangers-face-kind-of-girl. I must stay true to myself in the case of a boogie man. Imagined or not.


The REMEDY: Magical Fairy Wands.

When in fear – imagine a magical fairy wand in your back pocket. If you have any doubts…just whip that baby out and shake it lovingly over the predators head. (It might be best to just imagine this part and not actually do it). Hence, enchanted stars and golden fairy dust will fall out (maybe a few pink hearts) and instantly all negativity is dispelled.

I am happy to report this method worked with brilliant results: The boogie man walked all the way back down the hill, returned to his car, and drove back home. And I happily enjoyed the rest of my journey UP ~ and consequently back down...with a rested mind, a bouncy walk, and a rather largish grin.

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ADDENDUM:

ONE OF MY READERS REQUESTED MORE DETAILED INSTRUCTION ON WAND USAGE. FOR THIS REASON I HAVE PROVIDED THE FOLLOWING.

Thank you for directing all magic wand inquiries here.

First off, every magic wand is unique. Please make sure to decorate your personal wand to the colors of your liking.

When using your imaginary (but actually real) magic wand, please ONLY visualize it. If you start bopping people over the head with an invisible wand that only you can see, you may give them good incentive to actually throw you off the cliff.

What I like about using a visualized magic wand on people or situations is that it takes the "I have to protect myself" fear based energy out of a sensitive encounter. Instead you are showering your (justified/unjustified) fears with TONS OF LOVE.

When in doubt SHOWER YOUR FEAR WITH LOVE!!

~ anyway, love is what it craves.

PS...sometimes a brand new wand must be activated. If you are having trouble getting it going...insert a SMILE. Should take care of the glitches.

Good Luck!

Holding on and Leaving behind

i didn't take the rock with me...

The End of March

(click on me)

Deliverance of ~ S P R I N G

(click for spring)

DISCLAIMER:

ART doodles you find on these pages are accidental. By no means have I ever considered myself an artist in the classic sense. NO WAY. But I do to try to get some of the images in my head out of my head...just for the heck of it.

Usually they're a total muck-up of what is actually hidden upstairs ~ but it's all I've got, and it's what I can give, and it can't be helped.

I'm just trying to be braver, that's all.

enjoy the folly.

Sort of but not really, S-ELF PORTRAIT (what else am i supposed to call it?)

TheRe is NO RoOM at the INN.

Empty Your Belly.

what do you mean, empty my belly?

I Mean, Empty Your Belly. Make Room For Me.

but i am already full. Full. Full. Full.

You Don't Know What You're Missing.

that's right. and i am used to being full so leave me alone.

But You Are Used To Your Kind Full, You Haven't Tried My Kind Of Full.

but you just said "empty."

Yes.

eh?

Get Empty, To Get Full.

so what you are saying is that i am too full, so i need to get empty, so i can get full again?

Yup.

Click on Me

I just have to tell y'all...

When I launched this blog a few days ago, I nearly puked. The sensation was equivalent to getting off a roller coaster with about eight upside down twisty turns. My legs were shaky, my palms were sweaty, my heart beat claimed the space between my ears and I felt an incessant need to scratch my head, squeeze my arms and shake my legs.

I guess I thought everyone would hate it and think I was stupid. Or maybe I was worried everyone might love it and ask for more.

Exposure Fever.

Shortly after I pressed the "GO" button I had to ask my nine-year-old daughter for a hug. I told her my apprehensions, and she very calmly wondered why I would be so concerned. She went on to say, "Mom, what you need to do is think of everyone in the whole world as tiny little ants, they are just going to have a look around and not even say anything."

Well, I don't know about the "not saying anything" part, but it did bring me solace knowing the whole world had turned into tiny little ants.

Rolling Around With Walls

Tingle: A slight prickling or stinging sensation.

My skin is tangled in a passionate embrace with resistance.

It’s steamy rolling around with my walls…

I like to imagine them with all my might, so I might always have something to push against.

But.

Grrr…I’m losing my grip.

All this extraordinary effort only to do something terribly ordinary, like…

Let go.

Just let go.

Is that all I have left to do?

Is that all that’s left?

Resistance – is futile. damn.

Exposure to Moon

She falls on me,

Like sun falls on driveway.

Can one have too much exposure?

I worry about moon burn.

and these restless nights, as she carves notes into my sleeping place.


I love your tender light, I do.

But what about rest?


M O O N ! ! !


Can we make a deal with hours?

Pause~~~grumble""___silence* = ignore.

I don't think she's listening.

Introductions and Politities

I am Akka. There is a longer version of my name, but I don't feel like telling you about it. It contains everything scrumptious about me and private. But I am confident that without revealing too much, I can still share everything. Just call me akka from concentrate. Although my friends will probably laugh at the word "concentrate."

Here's the menu: Fanciful and succinct, tossed with charm and truth. I hope I make you cry - because my story is the same as yours. I hope I make you laugh - because the joke is on all of us. I don't like to explain things too much. It bores me. I get off on cutting out the heart of a story, a feeling, a desire, and casting it towards the firmament as a sacrifice for the gods.

Take your clothes off. I'll make you tea.

(Was that polite enough?)

i like you with all my heart

play with me. lets roll in the dirt. and eat popsicles and cling to trees.
in our underwear.
Or With Our Clothes On. whatever you want.
a little of each, maybe, or a lot, and then MORE.

COME ON!

j u m p.

i'll squeeze my heart on you.

I can So…

I can So...do this thing called happiness, even if I have to wake up for it in the middle of the night. I will capture it and name it and I will dress it in dark pink. I will bribe it into staying for a while.

Maybe it will like sweet things or hot drinks or big soft beds. Do you think happiness likes netflix? Happiness must like hammocks and soft music - I'll have to buy a hammock and some soft music.

Oh Happiness! I adore you. I want to be like you. That's the truth.

I want to behave like you, because you always behave so splendiferously.

sigh...

I wish I could be splendiferous.

and happiness.

all the time.

Blog a Log a Loo LOO

By the way...I don't know the first thing about blogging. Except for what I have done so far. I guess I know about this much now. A days worth. If I stick with this kind of thing, my hope is to make it like a really fun place to visit, ya know, with cool artsy stuff and HTML's and photoshop tricks.

Meanwhile I'll do the best I can with just the words, a free site, and beginners luck. But if you have any suggestions, please share.
Like a Lion.

Shh... Try Again

Quiet now. I’ll try again. 
I don’t care what the world says about how hard things are. 
I will not believe, I ever have to not believe, in goodness.

The sun rises everyday right?

I will not give up.

There IS more to this world than pavement and paychecks, 
there is more to this world than fear.

And if more of us fought not to pull others down, 
but to lift others up, I think things might start looking 
a little different around here.

Quiet now. I have a plan. I don’t care if you think it does not make sense. I believe sense is a personal thing.

Let's take out the scrub brushes and resolve to break resentment one piece at a time. Or…we could blast it apart with a canon thingy.

I will not give up.

There is much to do and I will not settle. 
I will not put a harness on wishful thinking.

Quiet now.