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 :)
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 :)
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