The tree Was so large I could not see The top of it So wide I could not see The ends Of it. It was the world Tree & it had Presented itself To me.
Jose the shaman Said:
My people used To Dream A tree All of us Together. We Dreamed The same Tree. It reached from Heaven to earth Earth to heaven And it sang.
But now He said Our people are Dying Many are sick Many are scattered The rainforest Is being Cut down.
The tree does Not come To us It does not Sing To us Anymore.
But it has Come Perhaps To me I said & told him About the tree.
It was so large I do not know How It managed To get Inside my dream. Though it did not Sing Except In Awesomeness.
Now I understand & said this To Jose: Though it is the world tree & larger than the world It was afraid to sing aloud. It was looking For shelter Even in My Small space.
A photo of me and my grandpa's dog, Cherry, taken about 2 years ago at the bluff in Port Washington, Wisconsin.
I was quite a flower child.
And a photos of me and my dear friend, Alexis.
That night we had a few drinks & painted our faces.
It was so liberating - I strongly suggest you do it.
Sorry I couldn't find any color photos - they're on our laptop that died.
Lately I have been despising my wardrobe. It's drab & tired and I just need something new. (A whole-lotta new!) I have been going positively ga-ga for the simple looks at American Apparel.
And I am really in love with some of the pieces at Alloy.
I know it's not quite cool enough to be wearing coats, but I just can't take my eyes of this olive green beauty.
A structured blazer would be perfect.
And a classic trench, too!
Not to mention - I am in dire need of a pair of Minnetonka moccasins. I have been wearing those things since forever - in fact, my mom even dressed me in moccasins as a baby (she still has the ones I wore!)
Problem is, my wallet is tired (and empty, quite frankly) so I won't be getting anything new for a while. But a girl can dream, right?
how do you run from something that follows you into your dreams and sleep? it slips silently into your pillow and haunts you till you wake how do you let something like that go? why does it follow me anyway? i wish i was so brave and so big and so smart to kick it to the curb but even then it will rise up from the gutter and follow me if i could just let it go i think i would of a long time ago but i think it's like a human to be self-destructive to follow their fear when they want to let it go to wallow and be sick and scared of what could happen gosh, i wish it would go or maybe i could go and leave all this behind and sit next to that river that makes it all ago i wish i could hear that song for the first time and let it embrace me and pick me up out of this fear and take me away to some happy place where it could never find me and i could never find it again