Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Nine

waiting for the steel bird that flew me home

to the darlings i left behind

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Eight

the grand Venetian + a wild mother + two sister bears +
two delicious gay guys + an intriguing beauty + an eloquently animated lady +

giants and lights + daily frozen yogurt indulgences + outfits as art

= 

six days of treasure

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Seven

at sixty-seven years old,

i trust she knows what she means

when she says,

"Enjoy him now,

enjoy every moment with that beautiful man,

you must enjoy every day,

you must enjoy everything, all the time."

and i feel like letting go

of the thoughts that bring me down

and i feel like becoming

a hot air balloon of laughter and colour and everything the world has never known.

every moment will be my treasure.

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Six

a canyon of petroglyph secrets

and roadrunner trails

i'm tempted to dream

of marbled, magnificent fails

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Five

i saw a buffalo

in a valley of fire

i wanted those mountains

to climb much higher

to reach something ancient,

something precious,

something ghostly

and free

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Four

i learned this week that

sometimes

living

fully/deeply/meaningfully

means

being a total

g o o f b a l l

with the people you love

best

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Three

Happy Fathers' Day

to my one and only

Papa Bear

(we had fun today, huh?)

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-Two

my day was filled

with sunning puppy sisters

antique llamas and Moroccan glasses

a sky that was a pink masterpiece

h o m e

Self Portrait: Day Sixty-One

once again

productivity

is the essence

of

m e

and that makes me feel whole

for now

Self Portrait: Day Sixty

i can't stop dreaming

of showering my hair in feathers

and painting my skin with peacock colors

and dancing about with the feet of a deer

(when i'm lost in the woods

i know that home is near)

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Nine

in another life

i might have been

an Indian princess

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Eight

i've found that

sometimes

acting slightly insane

(in public)

makes you feel

loads better

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Seven

 

 

feather crowns

cream-filled popsicles

puppies running about my feet

a husband to kiss my cheek

memories of laughing with my sister bears

birthdays are happy, indeed

{happy birthday, sister bears}

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Six

yes, definitely

getting

strange rrr

by the day

(otherwise i don't think i'd be having any fun)

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Five

i think i might be getting

strange-r

every

d a y

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Four

a tangled mane

worth

hacking

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Three

on the verge

of

someone

g r e a t

Self Portrait: Day Fifty-Two

these schemes

imitate your dreams

(we don't wanna hide)

Quite unlike a "good old-fashioned nightmare"

because

Matt & Kim

live in concert

is

m a g i c a l.

 

they reel you in

and

make you fall in love.

all of you.