chances

mighty desert hunter

the boy’s been to more states than a lotta humans i know •

this one’s from Arizona, between Phoenix & Flagstaff, back in February 2009 • the boy was only ten months old • he really had fun running around in that patch of desert

anyway it’s a really nice 4×6″ postcard • (that’s 10ish by 15ish centimeters) • you could write something on it & send it to a friend • or stick it on your fridge • even send it to Loiosh if you wanted though he’d rather have nip

(i know the shipping is ridic • i will figure out how to fix it • in the meantime i will refund you the ridic part • sorry about that)

Mirrored from The Vagabond Tabby.

chances

04/18 — Estrella, again

I was hoping to do a really great Estrella post with lost of pictures, but apparently I mostly got pictures of the boys.

Boys sleeping in the van on the way there:

Boys sleeping in the tent:

Here, though, is a picture of an Excellent Dogger:

The boys sleeping on the van one cold night (yes, Chocolate is curled into an arch shape & sleeping on his face):

Also they spent a lot of time sleeping in the booth:

First thing up, last thing down:

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lavender lemonade bath salts (really big)

lavender was always a scent to me • not a flavour • but one day i tried a glass of nice cold lavender lemonade & everything changed

this is the really big version • for people who like a lot of baths

dead sea salt & epsom salts relax & detoxify • dendritic salts for smooth pouring • kaolin clay cleanses & softens skin • & essential oils to make your bath smell really effing good

It all smells wonderful…I’m sure the recipient will love it!
–Emily

ingredients • dead sea, epsom, & dendritic salts • kaolin clay • lavender, lemon, & grapefruit essential oils • vitamin e oil • yellow ochre • lavender buds

size • 2 cups • 16 oz • 472 mL

handmade • natural • crap free • guaranteed

Mirrored from The Vagabond Tabby.

chances

more divine luna face soap

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i stuck all the stuff that makes my face happy in this • i admit it’s sort of pink • i think we can all cope • cos it works really, really well • this is for your face really needs some extra • three soaps for the price of, well, less than three soaps usually are

no detergents • no fragrance oils • no petroleum (save it for driving with) • keep it simple with coconut oil & shea butter • straight-up, crap-free, gets-you-clean soap

Kate, feel my face! It’s soooo soft!
— Gwen


ingredients • saponified coconut oil • glycerine • shea butter • water • berry extract • white oxide • lavender, rosemary, & chamomile essential oils • green tea extract • oat flour • kaolin clay • activated charcoal • orchid ultramarine

size • 3 bars • each 3 oz • or 90 mL

handmade • natural • crap free • guaranteed

Mirrored from The Vagabond Tabby.

chances

divine luna face soap

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i stuck all the stuff that makes my face happy in this • i admit it’s sort of pink • i think we can all cope • cos it works really, really well

no detergents • no fragrance oils • no petroleum (save it for driving with) • keep it simple with coconut oil & shea butter • straight-up, crap-free, gets-you-clean soap

Kate, feel my face! It’s soooo soft!
— Gwen

ingredients • saponified coconut oil • glycerine • shea butter • water • berry extract • white oxide • lavender, rosemary, & chamomile essential oils • green tea extract • oat flour • kaolin clay • activated charcoal • orchid ultramarine

size • 3 oz • 90 mL

handmade • natural • crap free • guaranteed

Mirrored from The Vagabond Tabby.

chances

11/23 — exquisite paradox

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“All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite.” — Gretel Ehrlich

orange leaves, red crabapples
rust & ruin
harvest & plenty
fall alike to the cold ground
forgotten, abandoned
to crumble to nothing,

or perhaps to sit
awaiting,
to feed birds
& squirrels,
to sink into the earth,
fecund, ripe,
crumbled leaves to nourish the seeds
perhaps next spring
a new tree will grow

Mirrored from The Vagabond Tabby.

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10/25 — gutierrez-milne open space

a couple weeks ago i had the sort of night’s ‘sleep’ that • well, there was sleeping, it was just REALLY CRAPPY sleeping • you know the type • anyway i knew i hadda shake it off somehow, so i went looking & found a lovely open space nearby</p>

it’s called gutierrez-milne open space & it is very lovely • it really just is a hunk of open space, though, not so much as a picnic table • which is kinda fine, once i figured it out, all i need is a trail

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& my boy

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& i’m good to go

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there were a lot of cool rocks

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also lichen

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the shadows on this rock were really cool, i watched them move in the breeze for a while

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the cholla were … blooming? fruiting? BRIGHT, anyway

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here is a neat texture on this cut stump

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the boy was pretty cooperative about walking with me but sometimes he’s just gotta strike off the trail a lil

& inevitably get tangled over THERE

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but there was also flopping in the shade to be done

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so much to smell, see, walk over, flop on • it was a good walk • we’ll be going back

Mirrored from The Vagabond Tabby.

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I accidentally poem?

I accidentally poem over on one of Ysabetwordsmith's works. Goes like this.

Once I dreamed of going to space. Nothing fancy;
I just wanted to hit orbit, break free of
atmosphere if not gravity. It didn't
have to be very far into space.
Just space.

Now I dream of tiny things.
A safe place to live, where I know
I'll still be allowed to live here
next month, where I can speak my thoughts,
eat the foods I want to, where I
don't have to hide who I am & what I do
for fear of attack.

Of enough food, tasty food, filling food,
food that is what I want to eat,
food that I don't have to hide,
food that won't mysteriously disappear
when I'm not looking. Food I can eat
in the open, without judgement, without
censure, without being told I am bad & wrong
for eating it.

Space? Ha. Space isn't a dream of flight,
not for me, not any more.
It's a dream of a room, one that's mine,
with a door, one that closes & locks.
A space of my own.
Such a tiny thing.
chances

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Dreamt that my sister tricked me into driving back east, lied about a family emergency. Got to see my nephew again which was nice. But then they told me they needed to sell my car for the money, that I could have this much older and crappier car instead if I wanted, but why didn’t I just stay there and get a nice job or something instead? It’d all be much simpler that way you know. Woke up just as I was typing the ‘EMERGENCY need to get back to Colorado NOW’ message on Facebook. Never happier to wake up in Colorado.

Pretty clear that my subconscious doesn’t trust my mother and sister AT ALL and isn’t the least bit shy about letting me know. (And no worries, my car is mine and not borrowed or jointly owned, that trick at least isn’t anything they can do to me.)
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Well crap.

So it looks like at least part of the reason I'm abruptly feeling rather like crap is because I'm coming down with a summer cold.

Now, this is more complicated than it looks, because when I'm in a place or situation where I don't feel safe, I don't get sick. I simply ... don't get colds. When I moved in with my friends in Knoxville a couple years ago, getting away from a rather crappy situation back in Colorado (the people I was living with were okay, but my brain REALLY was not), I got a cold within three days of getting there ... after not having had a cold for probably two years. And I got colds probably two more times in the six months I was living with them.

Once I moved out on my own -- into a neighborhood with a meth lab in the apartment building next to mine and occasional knife fights out on the street -- I didn't get sick at all, and the only thing that's happened to me in the year and a half I've been living with my mom is a stomach bug (which, alas, this defense mechanism does nothing about).

So I guess it should come to no surprise that after feeling really pretty good for two weeks straight, my body has decided that I'm safe, and WHAM UGH here I am with a cold.

...I'm not sure what changed. I don't know if my mom is being less of a pain in the ass, or if I've just stopped giving a shit. I do know I've been less stressed about money, even though the last couple months have been REALLY slow business-wise. But even with the cold, I'm pretty willing to go with it.