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Faeries dwell in the Twilight, between day and night, between spirit and matter, between the conscious and unconscious... where all things are possible, where the past and future meet, where we meet ourselves coming back. When we dance wit the faeries, we dance with the reflections of our true selves and the true inner self of the world.

(Brian Froud)

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fifteen minutes

and i'm in

a mossy, lush

wonderland

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golden California light

///

gratitude for

countless days of beauty

spent here

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new paths

 ahead

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 [ death/rebirth ]

locally foraged

 

chicken of the woods

+

giant puffball

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join us for

our upcoming workshop

(( ! ))

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(( it's time ))

b l a c k b e r r y

e v e r y t h i n g

coming soon

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breathtaking gems

of the woods

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full-spectrum post-rain sky drama

florescent green mossy rock carpets

Hansel > < Sylvie

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(( in love ))

with these works by

Zander Olsen

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mornings with tea and Lolita

in my overstuffed leather chair

(( and the sun's lighthearted entrance ))

ps. it's March

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large patches of wild miner's lettuce

make buttery, tender, little salads

(rainy day harvest & conversation with deer)

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a pair of horses appeared out of nowhere

(our neighbors don't even have horses)

silhouettes camouflaged

against the night sky

appropriately, later that night

he drew the Horse card

from the deck

i stopped running

to collect fifty grey feathers;

they were scattered in piles

in the middle of the trail

some had blown into the grass.

the sun was quickly disappearing,

these were its parting gift

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in any case,

and in all cases

the only thing to do

is free oneself

from internal distortions

and external addictions 

(timothy leary)

 

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it's coming,

tonight...

and with it

comes

pretty spiraling

thoughts

of cozy summer air,

illuminated

backdrops

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brisk morning walks

leisurely afternoons by the fire

chicken noodle soup simmering

(( can't get enough of the fall ))

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the last days

between the waves/late afternoon sun cozy/

candlelit bare walls/letting go/

old rituals/new discoveries/

f u l l  c i r c l e s /

(and dreams of uni oxtail burrata boar saffron lemon curd rosemary olive oil barolo)

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"mutual empowerment"

(this is what he tells us)

 i like it.

 

i await the upcoming

circles.

circles

of dear ones.

simple, really.

just time;

as much as possible,

in each others' company,

soaking each other up

like thirsty sponges

until we can absorb no more

(( soon ))

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windows down

Memorial Day weekend traffic

it's officially summer

and days like today

remind me to smile

at all of it

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(( sigh ))