it's mild, first snow is melting but there's a storm, big winds, snow squalls coming tonight. Batten it down day, musicians coming in from ThunderBay for a night or 2 of refuge, maybe I can get the house clear of instruments, drum kit, stage speakers, tools, gear, plant pots full of earth, firewood drying in the kitchen, bikes, motorcycle, enough for them to relax (and even better, maybe jam) So So I wish I was a musician... one thing even, not so many hobbies, but here we go, here I am.
I dig sound & rhythms my own way, kinda like light and grace, beauty & wonder/awe in space & moments of my own time. ...sweet lonely narcissism as a country lover cat lover, nature lover hermit in North Ontario. Visit me more! I like friends! even when I rant about what cruel ruthless selfish humans we all are (ok I've met some wearing altruism, but am normally unconvinced this is a trait, esp seeing how the world treats so many of our co-habitants and our habitats with such disdain and we keep our good sides in small warm rooms, cheering each other's charity and well-wishes, well away from the melée), I do it with care.
Summer is full of cyclists and couch surfers, I feel family in short unburdened doses, give love in warm world hugs and mostly yummy simple veggie sauces & meals. Sometimes we eat fish or meat. Sometimes a bottle of wine or a beer comes out of a back pack - my favourite kind of drinking - not much and not often but always with lovely people and friends. I eat eggs daily. Life is short, and coffee helps.
Wishing this to be a warm surfing worthy site. Let it be so. Beam us up to a new world appreciation, to a more understanding world view, a little more reverence for our home, this earth which is all things to us, even god to some (unless you prove to me the summaries seeding of earth from Mars or somewhere, then we can talk deities/aliens as logical sentients from another place and time. Time is our moment. Light, rhythm, texture, warmth & dream allow the possibility of beauty and love. Everything else is hidden within the organism we live part of... but we await our new sense of awareness. maybe not in these mortal shells, but in our futures, the ones we are busy preserving for our children... oops! we aren't? did we forget about that already? the reason? the purpose? shyte, Take too!