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( ojai: second annual )

lounging, cooking, dancing, giggling, reveling



it will never get old.

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sitting with my gypsies.

it's all magic:
room, objects, energy

A N D

i'm bursting inside from a magical performance





inspired to create piles of costumery and accessories

especially 
for 
the desert

(( making things soon ))

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 dirt
grass
gravel
sticky leaves

 under the soles of my feet


summer evenings
at HOME

can they just linger
and linger
and linger

a n d

l  i  n  g  e  r

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i was behind the desk.
 
the ocean breeze 

reached through the open front door
to behind the desk,

lifting the ends of my curls.



a few hours later
 i found myself 400 miles north. 

i was sitting on a bench
 in front of the passenger loading zone, 

the delta breeze

tickling my closed eyelids. 


(the subtle movement of air proves deeply soothing)

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midnight,
 monday, june twenty-first,

s u m m e r

officially begins.


this perspective will never get old.

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if you ever find yourself wondering

whether or not you should dance,
just know
that the answer is
a l w a y s


{  yes  }

yes yes yes. 

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finally


spent a couple bucks
on a few bottles
to round out the collection
to make one of my

favorite
drinks.


for a minute, i feel like i'm

wearing Sophie's grandmother's high-waisted skirt,
i just came home from work, walked into the kitchen
to find the record player
at last assembled with its new amp.

made myself a corpse reviver

and smiled.


ps. it's COMING.

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the mountain house proved magical once again

music, dancing, carrot cake
hot tub, starry sky, dawn's arrival


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loving this and this.

(wish i could drive to Big Sur tomorrow
to experience them at the Henry Miller Library.)

and this, well, it's been making me smile and sway a lot lately.


ps. this is what i did today: