Saturday, July 16, 2016


Because someone asked,
I am of the believe that All our experiences are psychosomatic. If that is the right word? Another friend said , well yes, everything is interrelated. Maybe that is better said.


So first what it is NOT. What psychosomatic does not mean. Let say I have an occurrence that  I wish to change (or heal), that does not mean that I only have to change my mental attitude about it, or only work through certain emotions. It also means that I have to look after my body  (the physical aspect).

Thursday, May 5, 2016

the tiniest little primrose

blooming on the top of a big big mountain

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


on solid ground
or barely floating
islands appear
in the midst of laughter
today I will pick up a long time no-see friend from the airport

so much to talk about
volumes of joy

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Who did live here?

An old cabin in a most idyllic spot along the mendenhall river.

I do wonder who did live there and when. I imagine it was a young family with liberal ideals.
I read two books recently on people my age having growing up in a family with ideals of utopian living, sexual liberation and all. 'North of Normal' and The elementary particles'. 
In both  books, the  main characters (the ones my age) are quite messed up due to these well meant ideas their parents had.

I growing up in a conservative family. In my early teenage years I remember looking longingly to a group of people smoking pot to me meaning liberation. I was not part of them, and did not attempt to be. In the late teenage years again I came upon such group. Again I longed, again I was not part of them, and no real attempts were made.  My friends were hard working/studying, hard drinking and dancing on weekends. I did love it. Sex was only to be had with a boyfriend that you were to be deciding on if you would marry him or not.

Growing up, there were gardens and fields and plenty of wild nooks and crannies I explored. I did expand upon those.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

loving layers lately

lately layers loving

it's a bird

Photo taken this morning.
I was wondering what is going on in those willow bushes at the pond.
The pond still frozen.
The bird a grey jay.
My best friend.