Ode to a Sister Spirit

I know you to be sister...for you told me so....differently.
Told me your name......i dont remember it now - but it felt like
C's & M's & L's..and maybe an E or I or two.

I've only known of you for a very, very, very small span of time....

but i saw you give shade...
i saw you as an anchor & a support

& i saw & felt the small twigs that fell on unsuspecting heads
(i figured you were feeling ignored & trying to get attention...get a hello)

However....
I did not like the dangling SPIDER! EEK! that I walked into.....w/my face!
(shhhhiver...UGH!)

I know you will be gone soon....& i WILL miss you.

I also know that life & death go hand in hand forever..... @ least on this planet.

But know.....the garden will receive more sun & provide more robust food for use...
& know that your wood will provide heat during the cold months...
your ashes will mingle w/that garden providing some of it's needs...

and then...miracle of miracles you are re-born......

differently

but there you are again.....giving nourishment


thank you......
& goodbye
& hello
nazufani 12/24/2011

"That someone was able to make being eclectic bad"

FOR QUINN & PHAEDRUS....cause i can!!

thinking....a....thinking
n'er blinking....can you relate?
fantasy to create!!

amz...aka....nana

travel & mystery

On being a lone traveler:

My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a ‘lone traveler’ and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude…

On the marvel of life:

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed.

-al e

cute!

my dad.........einstein

i see see the resemblance

i believe them equal

steampunk pipe

its 2:30ish.........& im still alive........lol................& on an even lighter note........this is what happens when hit on the noggin........i am concussed