The flesh has been torn from the bones of my soul
My breath has come up short
Life’s distance in years is a highway
I crawl past an angel wing
The flesh has been torn from the bones of my soul
I exhale
Overcome by guilt and shame
I run to be with others
The flesh has been torn from the bones of my soul
I inhale
I am alone
I fly
An international tourist destination. The once, lonely planet spot on the map, that people were scared to go to, is now a place that people, will sell everything they own sight unseen and traipse down here. Convinced they have found paradise. The tropics.
I had the smallest snake in my shower with me. I killed it. Then I had a tiny scorpion on the shower curtain. I killed it. This was in the last week.
As I am beginning to write the monkeys have started to howl. I love that.
I have my Red Bull. Red Bull and monkeys make the world go around.
Continue reading Costa Rica!!!
Yeah – it looks a little dirty. The sock turns brown and stays that way. The wood gets stained, from early morning spills. It’s Ok.
Give me a sock and some good coffee.
I use to drag a ten cup Mr. Coffee with me, everywhere I went. ~ Goodbye to that!
Now, when I come to the modern world, with it’s Jetson bean machines, I have my third world apparatus in tow.
Have I won or lost this coffee war?
*I found this in my drafts. It’s an example of my here again, there again life.
* I’m back.
I wish I knew then what I know now – because – then is NOW!
Cold weather is for the birds.
You can’t outrun the cold!
Fish Eye Farm 