papat

Here I am again, neglectful of my duty to keep all you hungry readers satiated with regular updates about my oh-so-intriguing life.

I'll endeavor to dress up the mundane a bit in order to make it seem a bit more worthwhile.

Ahh, well now, last time I was here I had rambled on a bit about a break-up and my radical excursions into ancient rejuvenative health practices. Summer was still in high gear. I was a focused and ambitious, happy little fool.

Since then...

...well, there have been moments of soaring, as well as crashing, but as it is now, I think I'm more or less roosting ...or nesting, perhaps? Migration is not really an option, so hunker down and ready myself for winter I must. I will miss warm summer nights on the back porch, meditating for hours with the stars ...dancing barefoot on the dewy grass and spinning in the moonlight ...short mid-day breaks of laying out in the blissedly hot sunshine, drawing beads of sweat up from deep in my flesh ...being tanned, and thin ...watering my garden and revering the grand leafy trees in my yard

goodbye summer, my old friend ...until we meet again


hello autumn, for to call you fall might imply a crash

...which, I'd rather avoid

so, much to do
to ready this nest
but all will be well
it's palpable, I believe


Already my health is quite improved, and stress rarely throws me off balance for very long. I seem to have regenerated some bounce, which is a nice attribute to have at this age; something too often taken for granted in my youth. The heartbreak had yielded an opportunity to grow, and I dove right into it. I embraced the pain and anguish, and let my heart grow wide. It was really quite a liberating and endearing process. And through it all, somehow she and I again crossed paths. We became friends for a bit. And then, something happened, and now maybe we're more ...maybe? It's a delight to kiss her and share bits of time. I'm learning to be content with that; embracing those little moments of deliciousness and being. Soon enough we could gaze and melt quietly into the flames of my hearth, or wrap around each other beneath layers of blankets and the steady sound of falling rain. Or it all might end tomorrow or the next day. Either way, I'm ok. Within every falling raindrop is the promise of spring. But for now, I'll delight in her smile and the everlasting twinkle in her eyes, the smell of her shoulders and the clever charm of her buoyant mind.

hmmm, the songs keep changing, and so too do my thoughts.


wash my dish and finish my wine
retire the music
clean my teeth, center my soul and focus my qi
tomorrow is another day of work and play
but first, I dream


namaste n shit, yo