Saturday, April 29, 2006

creation ... Cat creates human being


Friday, April 28, 2006

Pippy and the wild strawberry

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Flacki Art

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

It's getting to the point...

where explanations don't comfort anymore. It's the mystery that offers hope.

Monday, April 24, 2006

You can't be blessed

without being grateful. In fact, when your gratitude is great enough, you no longer needs to be blessed.

She's in

Dug through 3 inches of gravel (old driveway never removed from my yard) she's in the ground. Watered twice since. Rain tomorrow I hear. Lovely!

Saturday, April 22, 2006


is, it would seem, the only state from which the body cannot be disturbed, distracted or dragged back into the chaos that is life. Isn't that what perfect peace is? Isn't that what we seek through meditation? Medication? How can that be? When I want to live! But alas I have been in bed most of the day, dreaming of living instead. Such dreams I have.

Friday, April 21, 2006

New tree!

I went to the nursery this afternoon and bought a lovely Acoma crape myrtle. It's sitting in its container in the front yard getting accustomed to its new home. Acomas blooms from June through late September with heavy clusters of snow-white flowers that cause the limbs to kind of weep over ... like a weeping willow or a weeping birch or a weeping holly, all of which I love. It only grows about eight feet tall.

I'm having coffee right now but may go get a start on planting it before dark. If it feels like it.

"Feelin' good, feelin' good...

All the money in the world
Spent on feelin' good...."
~ Ry Cooder (from Paradise and Lunch)

Weel, after a week or so at the 30 mg elevation of celexa I had to come back down to the second floor (20 mg). Yes, the higher dose got rid of me feeling overwhelmedly overwhelmed and I did get some work done but goddam it was like I was doing everything under water. And I can't breathe underwater. Ok, you can see from my new profile picture how good I feel today. Plus my grass got cut yesterday. All is weel in my whirled......... wheeeeeeeeeee!

King Pifuphy

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Baby doll by the door

I wrote this a few days ago

I'm doing that thing again. That thing I do when I get overwhelmed. I sit peacefully allowing everything to fall apart. It's a strange control thing. Like I can't hold my world together but I can let it fall apart. The clutter piles up, the laundry, the half started projects. I get behinder and behinder on work. It's like by intentionalizing my giving up I'm claiming the power to landslide my life, my world.

Then of course I always rush in at the last and save everything from ruin. I stop the total destruction, single handedly. I am my own hero for awhile again.

Monday, April 17, 2006

The truly

faithful are a fearless lot.

Or maybe it's . . .

The truly fearless are a faithful lot.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

First there is a Pippy...

Instead of saying

Instead of saying

"I feel happy when I think of you"

I could smile

and say nothing at all.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

And pippy has

bright green eyes
That flash at the buzz of flies
And pippy has wings to fly
Above the clouds
Above the clouds
Above the clouds
Above the clooooooooouuuuuuuds.........

Friday, April 14, 2006

The lock

upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is.

First there is a pippy, then there is no pippy, then there is.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

It's overcast right now

but they say there's no rain in the forecast. Maybe not but I reckon there will be rain in the air.

I am working on a bunch of work stuff. Feeling up to it real well. Maybe I'll get so much done today that I can do me, me, me, me stuff all weekend. As if I don't do that anyway.

Life is goot.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The day goes on

It's early evening in north Georgia. I cut my fingernails. You know what a big deal that is. I cut them down for playing the guitar. They haven't been this short in a while. They think something is up.

I dug a hole in my backyard (earlier before the fingernail cutting) for one of the two Serviceberry trees I need to plant. John my landscaping guy is coming by day after tomorrow to help me finish the job.

I am cooking a large artichoke in the steamer, rubbed down with fresh lemon juice, fresh Italian garlic, and sea salt. It's about done. I played Your Sister Cried by Mary Gauthier. It was good. I will have the artichoke with olive oil and lemon juice when it cools. It will also be good.

If you come over, I will share my artichoke with you. And make coffee after. And play a song for you and you for me.

Thinking of John Hartford as I go to fix my eggs and coffee

"Well, he's just a feller worked on the river all his life by a paddlewheel
You say he's old fashioned, but that ain't no big deal
Well, it's too thick to navigate and it's to thin to plow
So let him go on, mama, and don't put him down for it now...."

We love that song, don't we? Yase!

(John Hartford's "Mark Twang" album. Let Him Go On Mama)

Zebra Dreaming

I picked up my guitar this morning and really played it and really sang for the first time in... years? Several anyway. I went up on my anti-depression drugs a few days ago because I was being overwhelmed by my success. My success I think was mistooken hypomania but, labels aside, bottom-line, I was spending too much time in bed. Just when my business is getting good. So up we go.

I played Mr. DiddyWahDiddy, To Sir with Love, The Married Men, and parts of some other songs. It was good, it was really good. Not me, just it. I got up from the sofa and put the guitar down after about a half an hour and I am not who I was when I sat down.

I am hungry now so I'm going to go fix some eggs in my black iron skillet and some raisin toast. Probably make another cup of coffee after. Maybe take a shower. Then work.

May all beings have peace. May all beings have music in their lives. May all beings have someone they can call "friend."