Go on, wiggle, jiggle, be free!

A veces bien, y a veces mal, as Ricky Martin says in the song.

Notes from the holding pattern

New Moon in Scorpio, Mercury flirting with Venus?

Astrology for Inflixamab

Join the fun at the Cute Chickadees’ Last Saloon!

Strange, but true. Mostly!

Enter a sudden renewal of interest in painting, courtesy of a moment of scrolling on Instagram a few weeks ago. I came across someone using teabags to make art. They simply dunked the teabag in water, then set it on watercolour paper and let it sit there for a while, until a stain formed. They removed the teabag, let the paper dry, and then looked for something concrete in the shape.

Ideas flutter like postcards from a future so bright we’re going to need tinted windows!

For anyone who forgot they were an artist

Namastanley strikes again…

Three bags full!

Because, if I were God, I would

Sometimes it’s the acquaintances and strangers who surprise us most — those who see us clearly, if only for a moment. And sometimes it’s the friends who don’t, who leave the quiet bruises. This piece is about both — and about choosing to stay open anyway.

Where’s my pink?

You mock your meniscus.

Poopoo your herniated disks,

Ignore the worrying cracking noise

that just escaped the mysterious innerworkings of your hip-flexors;

you are – Namastanley exalts – adding life-juice

by crushing your pigeon.

it is what it is and it could be worse

Also,

I’ve never seen

The Matrix.

Do you remember when we were pretty –

Oh, so very, very pretty! –

Now that our feet beckon our topography,

and time bolts towards eternity?

I hope, now, that we soften,

strive to let the inconsequential go.

A poem read by the fire, and a very friendly young fox.

Blessings