- ride my bike across america
- travel and work in South America, Africa, Spain, Iceland, Mongolia, Asia...hell everywhere
- stay in huts with families around the world and learn how they live and glean glean glean
- sell most of my stuff and only keep what I need and this includes my books and records
- study Jung, Joseph Campbell, Taoism, chinese medicine
- start climing again
- get good on swim technique and complete a bike/cycle race
- river guide for a summer
- raft the Grand Canyon for a month
- live out of a converted bus around the U.S. - stay in Baja for a summer
- learn french fluently- learn spanish fluently
- live with a Mexican family and glean glean glean
- buy land and build a home, using river rocks, mud- make a brick oven and open the land as to grow a small community
- be a mother who amplifies love without conditions, acceptance, kindness, adventure and strength
- learn african style guitar
- sail on the sea
- spend a month in isolation painting and creating
on solo seas someday i'll float but i'll be not alone - for all that i have stored inside will be my constant home.
communicate
hiddenfreedoms@yahoo.com
6.8.10
3.8.10
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
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
~michelle
song to slow synchopation
it is when
i am standing
all alone
and i am grabbing
for your hand
it is not found
and i am sad
your in the ground.
it is when
you take the time
to look at me
and what ive found
but your not trying
and i cant bend
this is me
until the end.
it is when
i saw the owl
in the dark
wyoming prowl
that i knew
you were looking
at me tonight
when i was sad
so i let you hold me
well i pretended
you
were
~michelle
~michelle
12.7.10
sotosporin
I feel beginnings all around me
I am not afraid
but am I living in reality?
Can you make your own reality?
I have
I have had to.
so happy so excited so happy so excited so happy so excited so happy so excited
Your hand so softly touched my face and my cheek thawed
you are thawing me
I probably will keep re-freezing until I feel safe...
will you stay by my banks and look for your reflection in my waters?
will you lay your hands upon my frozen body and feel me as I melt?
the outline of your fingers in me, on me, reminding me you are there until I am free of fear and flowing freely alongside you.
~michelle
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