CURRENT MISSION

get my inspiration tank full

ABOUT ME

Here is a girl with inquisitive eyes,
chin in hand and a piercing gaze.
She would love to spin you into some turn of phrase
like a soft skirted flamenco,
drown you in philosophies
strained through her pink-purple ripples of brain,
prone to relent she is just as content
to leave you alone.

One who loves
A sharp pointed tongue
Jut into the cracks of facade,
But then again soft velvet ones
With sincerity liberally lingered upon sweet thoughts

One who hates
Empty eyes without conscience
And pretentious papier-mache dummies
Of people with hollow hearts.

One who feels
As if time washes her silly
With up strokes and down strokes
of respect and possibility,
The ticklish brush of inspiration and creativity
Paying a visit, then wandering off.

One who yearns
For a flowerbed to blossom love
Full of delicate soil,
fertilized and considerate,
A place where she can visit all of her friends at once,
Set down roots and weed out rot.

One who needs
A rush of blood to the head,
A swoon of regret to remind her she isn't immortal,
One day she'll be quiet and dead
And she'll need to know what on earth she was for.

One who knows
The hurried beats of hearts beating together
For proof or a cause that things can be better
Should never be hushed for fear that the ledger
Of what is gained, what is lost,
will let purpose unfetter.
She knows some passion can never be bought.

One who is
Pushing and pulling the threads of her tapestry,
Praying that it will be beautiful, lasting,
But most of all that it keeps someone warm.

PHILOSOPHY

I'm glad my bagel comes before sinister plots
and removing red wine clots from crystal.

It's reassuring to find sacredness in candelabras
without being told to.

I satisfyingly press my fingernail to wax, feeling the effect
without being conscious of the interruption during afternoon breakfast.

Sometimes I'm thrilled by licking cream cheese off of knives
and decidedly sitting by to observe light through dull glass
without an urgency to wash.

Parents say that these things must be watched,
but I can rest with knowing so far today
I haven't harmed a single being.

I know it's not as if organic milk and mini wheats
mean I have completely done my part

I've only merely thought of recycling all my plastics
which isn't very redeeming.

Yet in spite of how I tie myself to guilty knots,
I can sigh as if nothing can be too late
when the middle of the day has only just begun.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING

surfin about presently

Interests

ecstatic dance, tango, all dance, world music, folk music, all music, healing arts, sci-fi/fantasy, cooking delicious healthy food, preparing raw foods, organic farming, permaculture,costuming, yoga, hiking/camping/outdoor exporations, herbalism, tea, writing, humor, improvisational anything, making music with ordinary objects, drawing/painting...so...much...more

• arts
• writing
• dancing
• flamenco
• tango
• education
• dining
• cooking
• breakfast
• wine
• red wine
• cheese
• raw food
• yoga
• painting
• drawing
• music
• folk music
• world music
• outdoor activities
• hiking
• camping
• teaching

Music, Movies, and Books

ask me

Teach, Learn, Share

currently departing a gig in outdoor and environmental education