Beltane and the Moon of Shadow Mountain
Thursday gratefuls: Peanuts. Oxygen concentrators. Fences. Kohler generator. Bonobos. New clothes. Being alive. That snapped Lodgepole. High Winds. Home. Shadow Mountain. Its long, sloped flank. The Aquifer. The Well. The leech field. The septic tank. Sewer and water. Moods. Their fungibility.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Better body
One brief shining: Moods flutter in and out of my psyche like scared birds, not sure where to roost, where to go, how long to stay, often unnoticed until just before they exit, hey sadwinged, hey joyous smile, oh not you again self doubter, unwelcome voice, fly away, here again deep attention, welcome back, come ahead shy one, bring it on feisty mood and all the others throughout the day lifting me up, crashing me down, changing me. Mood.
Picture show. San Francisco
