wedding daze

It is late and that's cool.
My eyes are flaming with hope and it's so dark out I can't see my hands in front of my face.
I took a picture of me by the wall and it held me. The muted colors of the kitchen held me and I became a flower.
I swear I'm not tripping. I'm just tired and at this point inside words become outside words and I put them in the box and go to bed.
Yikes.
L
p.s. The kitchen is backwards.
p.p.s. I'm fine.

New Breath

I want to read "Golden Apples of the Sun" by Ray Bradbury, go for one week without spending money, cook at home all the time, learn about food and culture, learn about gardening and finding food, and record an Islinds album. There.
L

Boyz

Well, it's fall-time again, and you know what that means; nostalgia!
Suddenly I've got everyone I've ever known on my mind at the same time, it's incredible. I think others are feeling the same, I've been getting some emails from long-lost boyfriends. It's good to remember each other occasionally.

Everything is going really great at the Lake cabin on Whidbey Island. We have 8 new songs! One of them is "Gravel" which I wrote in a Swedish cabin on our tour. They're all sounding great, we're recording a few tonight for compilations and such.

I never knew how easy it is to make Pho. It's cheap and good for the body. Markly made some tonight and it was darn good.

Tour is nearing, and there is only one week of work left for me before I go. I can't believe it. When I come back, I won't have a solid schedule at work, for the first time in a long time. I can't wait. More freedom!

I miss my hair.
Love,
I

vacation

The rest of the band is here! We hung out in Golda's hot tub last night, smoking the ganj and talking tour. I think we should always discuss band-related topics in a hot tub while smoking weed, there were no squabbles at all. We all wore robes around the cabin the rest of the night. Except Andrew, who wore a girl's nightgown and played some soothing bass jams. I was up in the loft feeling like a little kid without a care in the world. I laid there staring at the ceiling and just smiling all the way to sleep.

L

Ashley and Eli's house

I'm over at Ashley and Eli's house on Whidbey Island. They live in a cabin on Eli's parents' property, it's very nice. Ashley's upstairs fixing up our lofts for sleeping, and Eli just spent a bunch of time picking chantrelle mushrooms for dinner. The tap water is from a well, and it tastes like iron, which is weirdly appealing to me.
I'm so impressed by this living environment that Ash and Eli have created for themselves. It's quiet, warm, and homey. There is a great music room and their bed is incredible. I have to admit it makes me sort of envious. It reminds me that I want this for myself at some point.
The property reminds me of Grandma and Grandpa Bolthouse's land in Michigan. I feel infinitely safe and taken care of here. I'd like to spend some time here this winter when they go to California. Maybe alone, or with a buddy. Probably alone would be better because I could work on music and chill out. There'd be nothing better than getting away from my usual exhausting lifestyle in order to give myself a break. I don't know if I've had a significant break from my lifestyle...ever? I don't even know if my current lifestyle is appealing to me anymore, and I doubt that it's particularly good for me. I guess I'm in a time of reevaluation. The coffee job isn't treating my body too well, and I have about a million interests I've been meaning to pursue, without time or energy for doing so.
Part of me wonders, too, if I should take them up on their offer to live here for a few months this winter. It's tempting, but it's scary to think of giving up everything I've done in Portland. I have a good home and friends and everything. This town is small, and it's possible I would get bored. I have to consider that. The other possibility is that I would be the opposite of bored, like maybe my creative inspiration would completely take hold of me and I would become the person I've been dreaming of for years. Maybe I'd open myself up further than I ever thought I could.
I have some more thinking to do.
L

Winter List

Wintertime:
1. Slippers
2. Soups
3. Therapy
4. Sauna