Early morning activists...

Chuck tells me about the dream he's just had where he is at a rally and decides to get one of the banners/signs, and it's Michael Moore handing them out! So he gets to meet Michael, and it's really cool. So i then tell him about picking up all the trash and stuff in my dream. He says, "I was thinking globally and you were acting locally."

dream segment.....

there has been a big party at the clubhouse...there are bottles and cans and trash all over my back yard and over by the basketball court...i begin to collect all the trash to put into the trash can, and all the bottles and other recycleables into the bin...some people are still milling about, and comment on what i am doing, mostly negatively...some help...it's mostly beer bottles and cans; but i also find pink plastic containers of "Nair", citronella scent!?...as i am tossing some bottles into a big bin, i'm having trouble throwing with my left arm, it feels weak...

i am by a big river, Melian is asleep in the bedroom of our cabin close by...i find a big pile of her stuff, small stuff: coins and whatnot...i begin to organize them into separate piles...Melian awakens and walks over to see what i am doing, then goes back to her room...

"Where Is My Beer Chakra?"

Where is my Beer Chakra?
taking root, growing as hops from the earth
rising
with the sweetness of water,
then feeling the fire.
Where is my Beer Chakra?
anticipatory breath
the heart soars/even as the liquid pours down the throat,
AAAhhhhh----
Hold the glass up/the sunlight shining through
now, I know
my Beer Chakra
traverses all Seven.

The glass being now empty, one/meditates
upon another,
bottle opener
in hand.

(March 26, 2001)

dreaming...

i am at a horse racing track, the day's races have been run...i am now cleaning the water cooler, it has gotten very dusty during the races...

Mish has a new boy toy, and she makes a loving joke about his butt, as she pats him on the same...

i have a small amount of cocaine, and i am fidgeting about the house deciding whether to do it or not...

dream pieces.....

Dawn is taking care of Melian for me...i go to pick her up, Dawn is driving her old big station wagon, i follow them down Ridge Road, just before the Mountain Road stop sign, she pulls over, and i get Melian from her...

I am walking through a town...my body moves slowly & with difficulty...a woman stops to offer me a ride in her car, but just at that time a "van" stops too, and it is my friends, so i thank the woman but get into the "van" with the friends...as i climb in the driver says that it's not really a van, but a plastic shell in the shape of a van which is on a car chassis...it's difficult to climb in, it wobbles like a canoe on water!

I am driving a white van through a construction site...i am highly interested in the soil at this site...i park the van and begin messing with the soil, looking at the different types, and planning on using the soil in some project i am working on...i find some cell packs of abandoned marigolds...i am picking through them to see which ones i can use/keep...as i am taking one cell pack i've salvaged back to the work van, a guy with the construction site comes up to me to inform me of the need to leave all the soil where it is...i introduce myself by name, "with Metro Electric", and tell him of the job i've been sent there to do; which is finish the landscaping around the electrical box...i tell him that i think i'd be nice to use these tossed-out marigolds around the box...he gives me the go-ahead, so i get back into the van and drive to look for the box...i think i should see it easily, but i do not...as i drive, i decide to call Chuck and ask him where it is, as i think i've passed it...the road winds away from the construction, and looks decidedly park-like...

dream sequence...

i am skateboarding at the basketball court...it feels very good...i stop and talk with a couple of skaters from the neighborhood...

Rhiannon...

My trail dog extraordinaire...taking a snooze in the garden, resting her hindquarters in a freshly dug hole...this, my friends, is living...on our hike today we saw a grouse; many, many deer; an assortment of smaller birds & quite a few members of the grey squirrel population...Rhiannon got in many good sniffs and three high-quality stinky-stuff rolls...she paddled around in a small forest pool and got so happy afterwards we had to skip and run for a while! I'm telling you she can really pick a trail...

appreciation...

Hours cut at work gives me a day off during the week. Of course i stress about the $$$, but look at what else i gain! Rhiannon & i take a two-hour hike through the woods after dropping my daughter off at school for her chorus practice. Oh, and what a wonderfully beautiful day to do such a thing! I get caught up on the newspaper and some e-mail...i get some stuff done around the house...i feel good, relaxed, and content...

SPAMVERSE

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do comb as strict
delight your dearest hands with the business's
eradicate everything you are indebted for without
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by put to forefather
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Of hurt as fewest atonality
No translate on daughter
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on type at inimitable head shrinker
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turpitude hothouse earthworm variac
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by sing as vertebra
do go no recite
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Not talk so emulation
Is study at frontispiece
in learn on stonewall
Be hurt be gab drank
folksy duluth
He believe so coequal cavalryman
He look to desuetude
with count so woke
rivulet see flue may
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and spell so hedonism
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dream segment.....

i am entering The Hirshorn museum...i am thinking about how long it's been since i've been here! there are many changes inside as i walk around...many different and interesting exhibits...i move around, and in some places the displays are very close together, so i am wedged inbetween...mostly i see sculpture and pottery, of different styles and from different countries...

Me & Buddy

comeonbaby light my FIRE...

Well, i finally did it. i burned all my diaries...starting 1974...i had burned all my previous ones many years ago...i've been writing diaries/journals since the first grade...i've been feeling really bothered recently by certain elements of my past; misguided relationships and all that...so this past Saturday night i knew just what to do, fire up the grill and have a bonfire! it's really quite amazing how much better i feel. Chuck and i pulled up the camp chairs and just talked all the while we burned my writings, it was fantastic!

dream segment.....

(another Ford truck dream!)

Chuck and i have an old Ford truck which is made completely of wood. A beautiful blonde wood. Pine? Oak? i'm not sure...so...we drive this beautiful wood-body truck, we back it out of the garage and take it on down the road, it's really quite amazing to drive...all of the mechanics of it are steel/metal and all that, but the body is wood...

Lowest Common Denominator.....

Human Overpopulation. That's it. Ties up all the loose ends. Think of every problem on this Planet, and each and every one of them can be traced back to human overpopulation. Just why do we think that we are so damned important? I realized this many years ago, at the tender age of 15. The Winter of my 15th year was very pivotal. Many aspects of who i am were formed that Season. Much of my World View as well. Same thing. Remember the old Feminist saying, "The personal IS political"???; yeah.

Marvelous film.....

I just finished watching "Elling", as a matter of fact the credits are still rolling...it is absolutely amazing! Norwegian, 2001...directed by Petter Naess...must-see status!

poem.....

the moon transits into Taurus
and brings my menses
every lunation

productive Earth sign: moist and determined

i flow patient/sensual
i am intractable, and secure in my element
sometimes languid as i grow in the awareness of my body's expression
of self

i notice the changes that have begun
a different pace
a different pattern
the tides of a womon, the tides of a planet
feel the pull, feel the opening
feel the
beginning, feeding the
end

Aural emotional depth.....

i am listening to "With_Teeth" by NIN and composing a poem about menstruation...does this not seem like a fitting occupation for a Piscean Moon transit evening? I've got a blazing fire in the woodstove, and the windows open...warmth and fresh Spring air all at the same time...Lorraine teases me when i do this, but she doesn't complain...Chuck agrees with me that it's a cozy, wonderful feeling...now to switch gears: i had the oddest feeling today; that i've lost my ability to speak with any coherence! I swear, i don't know what the deal has been recently, but i have not been able to put my thoughts into words, vocally...tounge-tied, juggling words, drawing blanks; all that stuff...not my usual slick-tounged talkin' self at all...hhmmmm...great goddess somebody get that grrl a higher dose of Ginko Biloba and a shot of cocaine and turn her loose!

dream segment.....

i am driving an older model Ford pick-up, bright red with lots of chrome...my girlfriend is with me...the hood of the truck has a big, long chrome piece shaped like a slinking jaguar all down the middle...as i am driving, this middle piece makes it difficult to see whether i am in my lane properly or not! ...i must shift my vision to either the right or left to make sure i am not drifting over into the other lane! ...we come to a mountain pass which is snowed in, we get stuck...(i guess the truck is not 4-wheel drive??) so i get out to push us out of the snow...a polar bear comes charging up on my right...i feel fear, but she/he just sniffs me a lot, and then goes on over the roadway & down the embankment off to my left...i must have passed inspection! ...so i get us unstuck and on we go...we come to a nice camping area, others there are very friendly...

New Job.....

Yes, once again it's New Job Time for Sandi! I have changed jobs more this past year than ever before, it seems. But check this out, it's a good thing. I am assistant manager at a new ice-cream store owned/opened by a childhood friend. She has been asking me for a while to join her, and i have finally made that move. We just opened this past weekend, and it's great. We are going to have booming business at our location. And it's fun!...i am also appreciated for my hard work, and that means a lot. So, it's been rather hectic these past two weeks...getting ready-set-go for opening...both my reading & writing have suffered...but not the home projects! Chuck & i have almost finished the new retaining wall for the vegetable garden expansion! It's beautiful! It's huge, and mega-sturdy! 2,000 years from now it will still be standing, and future archeologists will be left in wonderment! But think about (back to the present) all the "extra" tomato and hot pepper plants that i'll be growing this year! Yeah! Oh, and back to the ice cream store; one of my duties is making the ice cream fresh every day (insert big smile here)...i have come up with a 'signature flavor', very special: Jalapeno Cheesecake! Oh, baby...

Chanson du Jour.....

I literally woke up with Pat Benatar's song "Hell is for Children" playing in my head. It wasn't on the radio alarm, and i don't think it was in what i was dreaming...even though i'm not sure just what it was that i was dreaming at the time...and the song went on playing in my head until i got to work.