A New England Stroll...

amidst Nature and the clouds

Big Apple

I've been working here and there like a madwoman to have some cash for the upcoming roadtrip. It's been stressful, but I can't and won't complain. It is what it is and this is what I chose to do. I leave for NYC the 17th and my return is uncertain. I will play in the city with some friends and then take flight (in the figurative sense) with some awesome peeps on a roadtrip back to Bisbee.
I'm so excited to leave! The road is open and the destinations uncertain. Time is not as much an issue as budget, but there are also opportunities to work along the way. Life is damn good! What can I say?? :o)
This trip is much needed, in so many ways.....Reflection and growth are sometimes more transparent or evident in times of transition and intention. Thus, I will make an honest attempt in posting along the way. Stay tuned!

holy shit. it's october! and as always, there's so much to be grateful and thankful for.

its a new season, a new month.

new beginnings, new plans.

and a trip on the horizon as well....yup! i'm gearing up to go back to nyc for the 3rd time this year.

woo woo!!
.....more soon....

Some Are Wondering...

Where am I and why haven't I been posting??

To tell the truth, I have been wondering myself....

Indeed I have finally returned to my desert home,
but as I fill the void of my departure, the annals of
virtual-ness remain silent.
Needless to say, it looks as if I'm still searching for those damn words.
werd...

Sweet Home Sweet

Mountains of a Different Kind

...monsoon clouds pass with only so much as temptation in their shadows...

Adventures in North Carolina

Beauty watchin'

The Black Mountains

wildflowers, fresh blueberries...

...and wine berries--yum!

...a sinister full moon party...

through the looking-glass of mmmmoonshine!!

Fourth of July!!

La Ville de Paris

Bummer I was only in the city for a day, but it was enough to affirm that I am coming back!!! Our friends from NYC were also there the same day (by chance!) so we went out and literally walked around the city for nearly 7 hours!! For dinner we bought some amazing cheese (an array of cow, goat and sheep), a bottle of red wine and some fresh bread and promptly chowed down right next to the canal de St. Martin. Oh how I missed this place!!

"The deeper the self-realization of man, the more he influences the whole universe by his subtle spiritual vibrations, and the less he himself is affected by the phenomenal flux."

"The land of healing lies within, radiant with the happiness that is blindly sought in a thousand outer directions."

"I have long exercised an honest introspection, the exquisitely painful approach to wisdom. Self-scrutiny, relentless observance of one's thoughts, is a stark and shattering experience. It pulverizes the stoutest ego. But true self-analysis mathematically operates to produce seers...thoughtless is the man who buries his ideals." --Autobiography of a Yogi

"War and crime never pay. The billions of dollars that went up in the smoke of explosive nothingness would have been sufficient to have made a new world, one almost free from disease and completely free from poverty. Not an earth of fear, chaos, famine, pestilence...but one broad land of peace, prosperity and widening knowledge. Let nations ally themselves no longer with death, but with life; not with destruction, but with construction; not with hate, but with the creative miracles of love."

"If loss of life becomes necessary in a righteous battle, one should be prepared, like Jesus, to shed his own, not other's blood. Eventually there will be less blood spilt in the world."  

--Ghandi (both)

"Though the works of the human race disappear tracelessly by time or bomb, the sun does not falter in its course; the stars keep their invariable vigil. Cosmic law cannot be stayed or changed and man would do well to put himself in harmony with it....Not cruelty but goodwill upholds the universal sinews; [and] a humanity at peace will know the endless fruits of victory, sweeter to the taste than any nurtured on the soil of blood."

--P. Yogananda 

The Homestead

....it sure is good to be back.....

Leaving Nimes

A city of ruins and a city of beginnings...

Recently I spent almost 5 days in the south of France visiting one of my dearest friends. (15 years already!) As little and as infrequent as we get to see one another, we always pick right back up where we left off. Our interests and our experiences, despite the distance, still share a thread of commonality after all these years. It seems the ebb and flow or our separate paths continue to mimic the tides of a single moon. 

Before leaving New York I had made up my mind to come to this city, all on my own, to decide if my impression 15 years ago would be the same. Meanwhile I still had no word, no way of contacting Fanny after 5 years. Then, as fate always has it, a few days before departing for Switzerland, she finds me... and what does she say?? She lives in Nimes!!! A happy coincidence? Hmmmm.... 

Needless to say, it was hard to leave. We had a grand ol' time and we joked often about getting an apartment together right away!! 

yes...good times, good times indeed....

... this one would have been perfect-- for a fixer-uper!!

Oh the balconies and a rooftop garden!!

Anyhow, here are a couple more pictures of mine, 

and three that aren't...

My sweet sista & her pups:

The iconic Roman ruins:

not bad, eh?

A Library Of Sorts

After running out of Echinacea tincture last week, my mission for replenishment ended happily at an apothecary in Zurich. My eyes grew wide; the light shining like a heavenly bookstore. I seriously underestimated the seven hour flight to Switzerland and an airplane full of 100+ people: Peter came down with something the second night we arrived. 

All is good now, Peter's off to Berlin, and the show opened without a hitch.  

I'll post more pictures from the trip soon, I promise!!

 

A Song To Herself

"i was born in east virginia

north carolina i did roam

there i met a fair pretty maiden

her name and age i do not know

her hair it was of a bright sun color

and her lips of a ruby red

on her breast she wore white lilies

there i longed to lay my head

well in my heart you are my darlin'

at my door you are welcome in

at my gate i'll meet you my darlin'

if your love i could only win

i'd rather be in some dark color

where the sun refuse to shine

than to see you be another man's darlin'

and to know that you'll never be mine

well in the night i'm dreaming about you

in the day i find no rest

just the thought of you my darlin'

sends aching pains all through my breast

well when i'm dead and in my coffin

with my feet turned toward the sun

come and sit beside me darlin'

come and think on the way you done"

     

                          ....straight to my soul....  

somewhere between melancholy and ennui, 

grey and with no lines, 

i pick up the fragments. 

where they belong, 

and where they came,

i do not know....

Signage

Layers