June 2011


blue skies! (and finally, with only 10 days to go until the Solstice)

inspiring me to repost this one: lets get outside!

Tent tethered among jackpine and blue-
bells. Lacewings rise from rock
incubators. Wild geese flying north.
And I can?t remember who I am supposed to be.

I want to learn how to purr. Abandon
myself, have mistresses in maidenhair
fern, own no tomorrow nor yesterday:
a blank shimmering space forward and
back. I want to think with my belly.
I want to name all the stars animals
flowers birds rocks in order to forget
them, start over again. I want to
wear the seasons, harlequin, become
ancient and etched by weather. I
want to snow pulse, ruminating
ungulating, pebble at the bottom of the
abyss, candle burning darkness rather
than flame. I want to peer at things,
shameless, observe the unfastening,
that stripping of shape by dusk.

I want to sit in the meadow a rotten
stump pungent with slimemold, home
for pupae and grubs, concentric rings
collapsing into the passacaglia of
time. I want to crawl inside someone
and hibernate one entire night with
no clocks to wake me, thighs fragrant
loam. I want to melt. I want to swim
naked with an otter. I want to turn
inside out, exchange nuclei with the
Sun. Toward the mythic kingdom of
summer I want to make blind motion,
using my ribs as a raft, following
the spiders as they set sail on their
tasseled shining silk. Sometimes
even a single feather?s enough
to fly.

~ by Robert MacLean

Again did the

earth shift

Again did the nights grow

short,

And the days long

And the people

of the earth

were glad

and celebrated

each in their

own ways.

– Diane Lee Moomey

So my last post was feeling outdated, posted as it was early in the spring with snow all over the summit.  Well, its June 1 and things h’ain’t changed much. Just got back from Strawberry and we got snowed on there.  Tioga pass is still under 10 feet of snow and more falling this weekend.  Its a chilly spring here by the Bay makin’ this cat worried for a summer like last year.

Still, we warmed our hearts in Camp Tequila Mockingbird in yet another year of weather perseverance and big love for each other. Oh, and the music.  Baby Stella’s first ‘fest and she was a rock star.

See ’em all here.

RockyGrass on the docket for July and I hope some warm weather too….