count your sheep

our days start in the dusk of dawn...

learning and growing is no easy business. yet rewarding as all get out...

the day ends when we finally scrub the dirt from our bodies. hard earned and well caked dirt...

bodies fall deep into the folds and fluff. dreamtime our second play time. and we count our blessing and bounty...

Saturn Return

the goats celebrated their respective birthdays on the tenth. burning things under the full moon as good little hippies are wont to... as i enter into my 'Saturn Return' i expect all good to come. i welcome the trials by fire. truths blowing in on the winds. i go inward to reflect. reconnect. rediscover. reduce the useless...

country-fried psychedelic blues

wishing you...

in this new year... peace and reclamation of soul and substance...