Freakend!

I think all my weekends might be this good, but this one just felt extra decadent.  It started with an invigorating conference on Friday at my alma mater, complete with rich reconnections to some of the planet’s loveliest people and a noon run through the evergreen woods, getting just lost enough to make my heart beat a little fast, but not lost enough to miss the post-lunch breakout session, a little pollen on my jeans.

I let rush hour rush by and then I hopped on the freeway and made it to Seatown just in time to run into a reunion of great friends, sitting on the stoop.  A quick minute of some art and carpentry appreciation, some giggles and bubbly and a little down to earth grounded-ness, just before stepping next door to dance madly to a carefully orchestrated performance that included Night Fox, Mash Hall, Helladope (and oh, yes, they were!), Tilson the Happy, Dark Time Sunshine and Jake One right up until 1:45 AM when I got a chance to basically see the Jake One “Home” video live for the SECOND time (that happened for the Shabazz Palaces encore too). 

Smiling and feeling like an adult who knew how to enjoy an evening out, I headed happily back into the night, back to my awesome hookup of a Capitol Hill crashpad, and dreamed pretty until the alarm told me to get up and meet up with one of my nearest and dearest friends who I hadn’t seen in over a year.  We connected over coffee in Pioneer Square for hours.  He is wise, and I am lucky to have him as a friend. 

I sauntered back up over a hill or two and then blew that city (but not before a Healeo treat!). I rolled into Oly mid-afternoon on Saturday—a local jam band was rehearsing at a friend’s house, and I ended up staying all night, of course.  Those friends of mine just spoil me: 3 kinds of meat, 2 hours in the hot tub and 1 hilarious re-enactment of Mission Impossible/Three Musketeers…and that was just the beginning.  Hot dreams last night, pleasure centers activated fully, and then Pho for breakfast with my peeps. 

Then I rolled back up to Potlatch, tea-timed it with my wonderful, wise women friends and her darling daughter, and then popped back to the homestead to see that all these new little bulbs in my garden that had opened.  Lov-vel-ly.  I am currently jamming to the free CD I caught at the show (like winning the lottery, baby): Dark Time Sunshine’s Vessel and it is instantly amazing, no doubt, thick masculine flows, punctuated by sultry ladies that weave it all together.  Thank you, beautiful Pacific Northwest.  I don't know if I deserve all this goodness, but I'll take it with an open heart and deep appreciation.  Abundance eternal, such is life...

Wellness

Hummingbird buzzed by my window today...I took it as a sign and went out for a walk.  I heard a squeaking, twisting noise like a tree was about to fall, and I hoped it would so I could tell people that I saw and heard a tree falling in the forest, but the noise was actually a bird being all metal and headbanging against a hollow tree.

I planted today.  Direct sowing a month before the final freeze--oh yeah, just fine.  I planted snow peas, snap peas, 2 lechugas, rainbow chard, radishes and cilantro!  I admired the bloody dock and parsely from last season, such sweet resilience.  I also have a lavender and a sage plant.  The rose bushes are surrounded by garlic (I have my own garlic greens, oh yeah).  The daffodils have been blessing my space for a month, flanked by little purple bulb flowers.  A week ago, I saw the tulips puckering.--today, one is developing thistle-pink stripes and is getting fat!