A Swan on Its Head and other airy musings

Hello all you hippie friends ~

   As Spring turns into summer in the Northern Hemisphere, I find songs floating on the winds trying to reach the corners of my mind. Snippets of conversations inspired by touches of Nature herself can only be described as one word ~ Awen.

   A fire sign working within the confines of, or rather unlimited skies should be quite natural. For most of my life I've stared into the fires, observing heat leading the dance between it and the swirling smoke, separated by their differences in temperature.  Flowing around in spiraling circles there is an energy that speaks.

Like the heat and the smoke, it will be interesting to see how it all works together in stories that find their way into the folds of random melodies.

The Oracle states through the swan I must let things flow without thinking, with abandon and just fun. I shall press my footprints into the sands and splash in the foam created by the energy of the wind.

from the humble hippie hut I say.

Seeds That Hibernate Eventually Sprout

We're learning new things about energy in the humble hippie hut and finding fun places to frolik and run amuck, amuck, amuck!

It's time to invite you

It's been a long journey with twists and turns and learning about this thing called energy that courses through this thing I call my mind.
Too long I've  tried to fit in to some niche in the musical world.
Too long I've wasted brain matter wondering where to really start and how to escape the corporate and mundane social world.

A wise hawk that soars in the land of  treble and a dear soul has told me more than once from the depths of his wisdom, "Just Be Yourself."


Well, my self is like a playground full of mushrooms, mixed with deep undertones of darkness and finding solace and joy in the light. My self is an orphan of the rocks of Lairg and cries of the gulls in the Gulf.
My self grasps the nonsense that floats between the thoughts of the Hatter, mischievous winks from the moon and falling stars.
My self was raised by the pine trees, roller skates, a bicycle, and John Lennon.

My self is inviting you to push open the jasmine gates and roll around in the leaves and ponder the clock work gnomes with me and see where the frolicking takes us.

This old woman is gonna have some fun :)