a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog, tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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Monday, July 11, 2011
building like storm clouds all afternoon yesterday - not some-light-rain-expected, but anvil heads and thunderheads and all manner of tumultuous grumblings coming in from the side where the periphery is blurred, and quite unexpected...having enjoyed the solace of a kayak wandering in the early morning, this was, by comparison, even sneakier...this eruption, of sorts...this vertigo that took my sensibilities and shook them by the ankles, trying to release a coin from a secret pocket. the too-busyness of the past few weeks grabbed me and set my feet walking through the woods for a pair of hours, as i struggled with what the tempest was about. again the journey includes some steep hills and treacherous pathways, all to be navigated in order to reach the destination...or turn back and never see. a long listen to some Nebraskan sensibility and snap! there it was...the torment, the issue, the answer. and once the light shone on it, not so impressive after all...a sort of pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-screen trickster, it was. and today, reinvigorated, a website almost complete, a husband safely on a plane, a fur baby walked, a new design...all before 9am. not bad for a morning's work, eh?
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