Hug a lesbian day!

It's hug a lesbian day!
No one seems to be doing it.

Why are the streets not jammed with happy women excahnging affectionate embraces?
Why are supermarket isles not clogged with delighted dykes in passionate clinches?
Why is city centre traffic not at a standstill due to an overspill of sapphic tenderness?
& why are women police officers not failing hopelessly to stop a glut of str8 men taking advantage because they are just too into each other?

Why Oh Why Oh Why?
Whispers to the quiet revolution. SSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssss
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Square Lashing!

Square Lashing.... is a basic skill needed for tree house building!!!!! ( see previous posts). Exciting! http://www.artworkbygerry.com/Lashings/squarelashing.html

silent....

There is so much to say I am silent!

There are big wheels turning... and big stuff going down... I'm excited and able to notice excited thru the veils of fear or grief that have sometimes shut her down. .... Something is happening.... and i'm not sure what shape I will be when this is over...only that it will probably be the shape I am when taken out of the vacuum pack and allowed finally to breathe and grow! .....

The laugh of the medusa

"The future must longer be determined by the past. I do not deny that the effects of the past are still with us. But I refuse to strengthen them by repeating them, to confer upon them an irremovability the equivalent of destiny, to confuse the biological and the cultural. Anticipation is imperative."Helene Cixous The laugh of the Medusa

Treehouse!

Inspired!

Today....

Today I have continued to grapple with existential torment, loss and magic... Scraped a small hill of snow from my car**** bought snow chains for my boots and nearly run out of fuel for my stove=which-makes-all-this possible! ....

Edges

I GO TO THE EDGE.
I go to the edges.... always... seeking.... the frayed..the broken edges... always the edges.. I go the edge of the mountain... the edge of my sanity... the edge of despair the edge of beauty.. the edges of love... always the edges... the untested ground...

I miss you
I miss you more than I can ever know.. more than I can really feel more than I can believe in I miss the moments we never had... the joys we we'ren't brave enough to grasp.... to notice... did you notice?... did I? Dare I even love? Dare I come home even if home still existed ? Or am I forever running from what I truly desire? Cold it's cold out here... It's bleak and lonely and I miss the home I run from. I dont know how to come home.. I don't know how to love those who need me....I dont know how to need those who love me.. I'm afraid of love & need. I'm afraid to notice what I had... & I missed......

... & what next.....

Well, I'll tell ya if yer really wanna know....

• There are big adventures ahead of you my sweet one.. there are horizons wider than you can see right now. There are mountains of possibility.. and small caves with warm small fires to huddle by ... there are sweet smiles of gleeful conspiracy .. there is practical planning... building... some technical graft... & there are Big dreams...Bold ones, wider than yr wingspan, which is considerable! There is magic in yr blood. And, contrary to scientific viewpoints, stars do not burn out as time passes. No, they merely become brighter, until, too bright for us to bear it, they pass into an alternate universe. Nothing ends, we merely cross thresholds. ....
  We merely cross thresholds.
  There is truly never anything to lose!
  remember this.... remember this....
  & forget anything that bites at yr ankles whispering otherwise.
  There is truly never anything to lose.