I realized yesterday I’ve been forgetting to water my plants. After I gave them all a drink, they instantly seemed to perk up. It’s basic, and simple, and somewhat inane to even mention here, but then I started to look at my own perkiness, which has been lagging. I need to start to treat this body like a temple again. Now that the Fortress of Solitude is fully functional, I have no excuses. I think I’ve got to return to my former, impeccably healthy eating habits, and start to cook. I’ve missed cooking. Nothing else zens me out or gets…

The only things in the Fortress of Solitude that run on double A batteries are the remote controls for my electronic devices. It’s time to take action people.

Jack in the Pulpit IV – Georgia O’Keefe Move through me. The time has come for usto finally visit this place.Your face is one thousand shades of gentle and your liquid eyes have never changed still I know them still they know me. Whatever, however, whenever… If this is only fleeting,slightly breathing, just grazing where neck slopes gently into shoulder where arm and torso share a valley where thigh and belly brush fingertips as they pass each other in the hall Part of you will stay behindas you always have, and bring me closer to knowing,to feelingwhat quietly whispered pieces…

Today was marvelous. Thanks universe. My creative juices are making me drool right now, and that’s how I know the full moon is approaching. It’s actually Saturday, for those of you who aren’t in the know. I remember a time in the tender bud of my youth, where I was entangled in a romance with witchcraft. For each full moon, I would make sure that I had a lover lined up (when appropriate), and I would fill my bedroom with fresh flowers (I carefully researched the symbolism of these flowers, of course) and candles, and incense. I’d take a really…

Someone suggested I might take time from my busy schedule to add a new post, as the last one might be misconstrued out of context. Though I thumb my nose at the idea that anyone would ACTUALLY think I’m a racist, I do think it’s time for some new fodder, but I’m under the gun today, again. I will leave you this. Now that the fortress of solitude is mostly unpacked, and life is beautifully starting to settle, the attached video, which I found on my friend’s Facebook page, really sums up my head-space. Sometimes we make things incredibly hard,…