everybody's gotta live, and everybody's gonna die

everybody's gotta have a, a good time

i think you know the reason why 

waiting for people to come to my harry potter christmas party 

in between two tall mountains

see that bird setting on my windowsill 

hes singing whippoorwill all the nite through

all the nite throo

turkish delight

the magic kind, from the white witch of narnia 

for what its worth

still with all my faults

i draw my breath from an ancient earth 

you are free you were already free

you own the stars you own the thunder!!

but ya gotta share it 

what a day what a day to take to

this is a photo of my cat jumping on me 

mousey withersome

 i will be your moon i will be your guide i will be your friend

always by your side 

fiddling

this is my little shrine 

arg i feel sick right now. i need hot cocoa 

moth

i was really happy  

come on come on let the mystery in!

 

the wild witch 

favorite tree decoration

an ornamented bird in flight 

yule time log

my best present every year 

older not wiser

a horse, toad and walrus gathering 

when i became the sun

very toady  

sunlight sunlight!

cup full o sunshine 

seventeen years of being alive

still silly tho

i learned the story of my birth today. my mom was going to get 

surgery so she couldnt have kids (thought one was enough) but she

didn't know if she really wanted to do it.

she signed the papers, waited, but the doctor couldn't come the date she was in.

she had to get tests done before the surgery, and the week after they told her

she was pregnant, they had not noticed at first

if she had had the surgery when she was supposed to, i would not have existed. 

 miracle ! and i came out upside down so thats why im messed up 

gypsy folk medicine and harry potter

souuuull siiistterrs 

free spirit

  

your mind was wound so tightly

always bold and wise and unsettling

i live in your tall trees amongst your fearless leaves

curl and loop

twisting  

really emotional game of lord of the rings risk

started out good, then we all got massacred 

cinnamon buns

im saillinng on eating cinnamon buns 

samhain stories

the tales of the druid 

kindling

lit like a lantern 

find the way the brown trees burn 

i like the looks of this house

i caught myself standing in the sun for an odd portion of the day 

tea tree

having tea with the old man in the window 

hanging out in whole foods

mr pugsly's peanut butter dog treats 

room is clean painting is done

went for a nice bike ride. watched a man smoke a cigar

laying here and relaxing next to my favourite tree 

absolute best

perfect meal with some wonderful people

my o my mashed potato pie

sinking into the black slack earthsoup 

forest walking

planting potatoes 

north wind

paint tea paint tea irish music gotta finish this 

crawling into a hole

ye wish i could hibernate a while 

red nosed

defending my lands 

lioness

so magnificent 

collages of dreams..

craft fair selling our wares 

capital, capital

the little fuzz headed sparrow 

great horned

i saw an owl. a big fat one, close to home too! 

rootsz

things like this always make me feel like the tree is intentionally destroying stuff

spanky and i skyping

i love him quite a lot 

where do i roam got some spiritual home

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted 

went to the humane society

i want to live with some rats! they were mesmerizing 

i love enya

sail away sail away sail away 

(going sortof insane) 

where does the dance begin where does it end

Don't call this world adorable, or useful, that's not it.

It's frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.

The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.

The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

-mary oliver 

what its all about

my bed is one of my favourite places to be