Entries from May 2013

the farm

May 29, 2013

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my itch for new scenery is at an all-time high.

hunkiest thinks i’m in need of a vacation, but the over-emoting actress in me believes the only way to quiet the feisty ants in my linen knickers is to pack up, traverse the continent, and order new home address labels. 

i have a vision of our stomping ground to be:

i see grass and trees that when accompanied with the wind, pipe out the sounds of the ocean. 

i see elated, open-mouthed beasts skipping wild and silly over acres, so wide and far, fences are needless. 

i smell heady, bold, coffee spiced with cinnamon, brewed hot, all day long. 

i drink it from a porch big enough for ballroom dancing and bubble baths, where i never miss a sunrise or sunset; my refuge where i finally attack infinite jest and crow pose and catch up on years of sleep. 

ok…..i’m already kinda bored.

maybe this will just be a vacation house. 

 

 

 

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she’s almost here…

May 24, 2013

it’s been a bee-hive, busy may.

this month i might have promised too many honey pots, so i’m looking forward to a slower, more languid, mint juleps in the afternoon, chased with a pre-supper siesta, sort of summer.

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for the next three months my tuition is paid-in-full for the academy of living well and happy:

good people, fury beasts, strong coffee, books, and music for dancing.

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wind-swept hair, sandy feet, and the subtle smell of coconut lotion, still fragrant in the evening, index finger me in. 

fire

soon my annual cowboy junkies will permeate the house with their bluesy sound, crooning the june bugs and jasmine plants out to play. 

miss summer will be here any second. 

i’m on my tippy toes with anticipation.

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so how about you m’loves?

are you game?

are you ready to dip into summer’s pool of recess and respite?

last one in is a rotten egg.

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with love

May 21, 2013

 

oklahoma

 

“history is orphan. it can speak, but cannot hear. it can give, but cannot take. its wounds and tragedies can be read and known, but cannot be avoided or cured.” 
~kedar joshi

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