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One of our more arctic monkeys sounding tunes, kinda sounds like early Arctic Monkeys

Just Like Me is a song about not listening to those who hate and try and bring you down, cause they’ve got nothing on you and no power over you

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[Verse 1]
Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don’t come back, it won’t end well
But I wish you’d tell me too

Our love is six feet under
I can’t help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom

[Verse 2]
Retrace my lips
Erase your touch

It’s all too much for me
Blow away
Like smoke in air
How can you die carelessly?

Our love is six feet under
I can’t help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom?

They’re playing our sound
Laying us down tonight
And all of these clouds
Bringing us back to life
But you’re cold as a night

Six feet under
I can’t help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain

Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you


Today I marched in my first protest march.    It was an historic day–not because I marched, but because of all the other people who marched, too.  We had a thousand people at our march.

Doesn’t sound like much, for a protest march.  But consider that this was in my home town, a local university town parched right between Philly and Baltimore–both in easy reach.  And marches went on, are going on, in both today, as well as DC which is also within easy reach from here.  And yet, we still got a thousand people coming to ours.

The organizers expected fifty.  Thought it would be a near-miraculous turn-out to get a hundred.  They had to issue tickets to attend the rally after the march because of fire regulations; those were gone in half an hour.  (I missed out.)  The vigil at the beginning they had to cut off at 200, as well.

There were many causes being represented today.  Some people were protesting defunding of Planned Parenthood.  Some people were protesting the attempts to repeal the Affordable Care Act.  Some people were protesting for LBGT rights, or women’s rights, or minority rights.  Some people were protesting Trump.  We all came together with one message, today:  We matter, and we will not be silent.

Our little march was just one of hundreds taking place all over the world today–on all seven continents.  Yes, a group of about 100 people visiting Antarctica today are having a march while they’re there.  They all have the same message, too.  We matter, and we will not be silent.

I could have gone to the marches in Philadelphia, or Baltimore, or DC.  I had offers for all three, for people to go with, people to stay with.  I refused, because I was scared.  I was afraid that it would be rough.  I was afraid there would be riots.  I was afraid I’d be arrested or attacked.  So I went to the one close to home, thinking, like the organizers did, that it would be a hundred people or less.  It was on grounds that I felt safe on, where I knew ways to escape things I couldn’t handle.  And because I feel more confident when I do it, I pulled out my Bloomer costume and ironed it last night, and wore it today.

I am glad, very glad, that I did it this way.  There were more people than I expected, but even in that size crowd, I was a stand-out.  I got to make a speech at the pre-march vigil.  (So did a lot of others, of course.)  I had people ask to take their picture with me.  I’m pretty sure I’m going to be in the newspaper tomorrow.  And most importantly, a girl in her teens thanked me for my speech and told me it was inspiring.

Our march did no damages.  Our march was positive, and safe, and without incident, other than causing some minor traffic snarls when people stopped or slowed way down to honk and wave.  Our signs were respectful of other people and addressed issues instead of insults.  The most “inflammatory” sign we had said, “Keep your tiny hands off my rights!”

My friends are in Philly and Baltimore and DC.  I hope their marches are going as smoothly and as peacefully.  I hope all the marches today go smoothly and without any more incidents than slow traffic.  But most importantly, I hope the people who need it most–our leaders–can’t ignore our message.

We matter.

And we will not be silent.


I was lucky enough to be wandering Cambridge city centre on a small errand at just the right time to catch a fabulous concert by Exeter band Sound of the Sirens.  It’s not often I come across seriously impressive new music but they delivered, and the multitude of people who stopped to listen and buy CDs clearly shared my opinion of them.  Well done, ladies!  I hope to see you out east sometime again!

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We thought we were having a hell of a hailstorm when we woke up in the middle of the night to a peal of thunder and the sound of our cabin being pelted. It went on for about a minute, then it stopped. There wasn’t any rain, which was strange. We went back to sleep, faintly aware of the smell of something burning. I figured it was probably from a lightning strike somewhere else.

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So we have this hawk...

Hawks are usually huge threats to chickens, right? Well, not this one.

Before we figured out his non-threatening demeanor, we would rush out everyday to scare him away but he never left.

We began to have our questions. Here was this hawk that always came flying back but never even glances at our chickens. Not once. Instead he goes for the tiny English House Sparrows that have flocked our house.

We decided to name him. We now have a hawk named Chuck Norris (for his keen ability of always returning) that loves watching small wild birds. He now knows the sound of our backdoor opening and closing and flies away before we even have a chance to step outside to scare him away yet again. Plus, our own chickens are okay with him. Any other hawk? Run for shelter. Chuck Norris (who is somewhat small for a hawk)? He’s cool, we can still walk around.

Just yesterday, we noticed our chickens acting… strange. No one was panicked, but Bean and Edward were craning their necks to glance into the chicken coop. Curious, we set foot out.

We open the chicken coop door and behold: Chuck Norris had made it inside. And what was he doing? Tormenting chickens? No. He was looking for more English House Sparrows.

I theorized. Here was this hawk, who somehow got into our chicken house. The human door to the coop was always closed, and the chicken door seemed a little, well, awkward for a hawk. So I’m giggling over the thought of this hawk watching our chickens walk in and out of this small door, and the sparrows darting in and out (they like to eat our chicken’s grain). Not to mention the idea of him just walking casually into the chicken coop

Needless to say, Chuck got the crap scared out of him when we opened that door.

I believe we have a hawk that wants to be a chicken.

film is…….an inherently lesbian medium. our technology renders sound and image as women and their synchronization within time and space is their union and is at its core a gay phenomenon. every time u watch interstellar or whatever its actually just two beautiful, abstract, ladies and theyre fucking

Episode 11
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✨Another day on the job✨
~~Life of an artist mama~~
~Blessing this mind/body/spirit complex & the baby Angels within me with fresh ginger & turmeric tea. Roots dug up fresh from Mother Earth this morning (maximum potency!!)
~New yogi mug from Michael & Carrie Fox (love and miss you both!)
~Relaxing in our jungle cabin, no sounds but the birds chirping, roosters cockadoodledooing, the ocean crashing on the shore, and the wind blowing through the palm & noni trees.
(((& Wolfgang playing the ukulele of course)))
~Lots of kicks and movement in my belly!! Feeling healthy and thankful!!
Big shifts on the planet right NOW!!

Mahalos Mahalos Mahalos!!
Blessings! Peace! Abundance! Self realization to all! We are one!!