7:30 a.m. here in still mysterious central oregon...around 4 inches of snow on the ground. the moon is going down, and i am, if it is possible, even more adoring the community of funksters in this mojo-laden epicenter called bend. the positives of being uprooted, of vagabonding within ones own community, reveal themselves at every turn. though i'm not living fully in Frida, i am still carving out appropriate use of space within her. i don't have as much crap as some people, but still, the dung-ball i push about is large, considering i am one of 6 billion + on the planet.
goals for 2008:
*find a garden spot, communally. i need, i need (not just want) to immerse my hands in soil, and nurture plants from seedling to fruit.
*live as frugally as this bend life allows.
* fully engage in what the angels of manifestation have brought into my realm. life, despite the unknowns of the no-fixed-address part, is sweet
peace to you all,
and safe travel, wherever you roam,
db
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