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2.8.10

whats been up yo

I went to Colorado
and rafted down the Ark
I got my lip busted
and bled
and bled
and bled
but I still saw the bluffs
so proud and erect
and I still felt the water
with blood on my lip.
Then I saw mountain ranges
and I guess it seems,
they've been there awhile
with many chiefs in between
...and I squinted
and I looked through my hand-
turned in a circle,
to let certain things in-
then we went inside the park,
and climbed to a waterfall
its name Calypso
and the trees were tall
 the air swirled around us
and the rain did fall
and i sang the song
that broke down my walls.
We drove to Wyoming,
crossed the mountains in the dark,
and I could feel the gravity
and see the moon spark...
and I peered to the side
and saw deepness and dark-
and the moon reflected from my heart.
Now Im back in the home,
where the Rockies live...
and I am full enough so I can give
and I can't remember -
what my door looks like...
but I don't need it,
cause theres one in my heart.
 ~michelle 
isolation-rainy windows-rock hunting- stick carving- mobile making-picture jumping- secrets-cedar wood, sandalwood, lavender, lemongrass, broken green leaves and baby twigs- open skies that fill my belly- duality- paths that never cross- the smell of knees- red wine, campfire tea-home roasted coffee, green smoothies, yellow delicious apples everyday, fever dreams- drinking from cantaloupes- medium format photography- renegade art- dirty knees- patches- stripes-plaster- diy- reality and daydreams switching places- digging clay- oscillating fans- dioramas- tree worlds- travel tree travelogues- carrots- memories of my father that crawl across the floor, up my arms and into my cheeks- captured images- captured thoughts on my nightstand-turtle homes- hopes- sweat from hard work- long bike rides and aching legs- brushing my teeth outside- dirty fingernails- ink on my hands- unfiltered thoughts- originality- creating from beginnings-mint fields in mist- empty canvases,tubes of paint and endless nights- screaming songs into the wind- sharing secrets with birds- puddles, creeks, streams, hidden worlds behind waterfalls- feather tattoos-looking through paper towel rolls- defying Murphy and his law- green and blue- tearing out pictures- "Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...